'Till it happens to you

I've been beaten, harressed, insulted and scared. I lived most of the time in the dark valley of life picking up pieces of shattered glass. While life threathen me hard, I continue to walk futher. Since sitting on the ground doesn't bring you somewhere. But later I discovered that dancing through life is much more fun, so that is what I did. I met some awesome friends, who later exited my life again. Some of them even exited life itself. But since my musiclists Always has a new song to play, I continued. Even when I heard a song again or the song was really sad. Because there is always a happy song comming along soon enough. And there I walk through life with in-ears in and dancing through life.

Unfortuneally, I can't hide every scar which is on my soul. For some I wish I could, for some I wish I don't have to. I live in a society where complaining about your past is regarding weird, people don't want to hear your though stories. I think it reminds them too much about the darks side of life. But without the darkness, you don't see the light. Also my education doesn't help either. As social councilings worker you see people at their worst. Which I don't care, I had my worse episodes too. But teachers and clasmates have weird paradoxal standard on that one. If you don't want to talk about your past, you are in denial of your problems. If you talk about your problems, you have one.  In either way, you are not suitible for the job. You even get a grade how good you can deal with your emotions and your past. This is what society has become: we f*cking grade everyting. Like I choose the get a scar or two in life.

I choose to make the scars on my soul a little more revealing for others. I let others punch wholes through my skin and put a jewel in. Because a scare is a nasty thing, but it is how you threaten it how it stands in life. I choose to make every scare a little powerplant which helps me through life. But how many I have of them is not for everyone to know, because I need to be a little mysterious every now and then. Sometimes I make a new one, so the others have to work less hard. But also every hard moment needs his own little memorial. But don't worry after this all depressive whining, I have a lot of happy moments to. Without them I never came this far. But when I like to spread the happines across the world, but I have a tendancy to keep the less happy things for myself.