Changing the world

I want to change the world, who am I kidding I want to change every one of the 7.7 billion people in the world judging us for being us.
I want to tear them down from the roots and make them realize that they're not as special as they think they are, much like what they did to us. For we were shamed for walking past them, breathing the same air. My confidence was so lowered that I kiss Satan himself who is rotting in Hell.
I don't want to hurt them I just want to temporarily give them the mental trauma we suffered because of them. A little piece of our shame from birth because we were born with the most beautiful of all Gods beauties, we weren't blessed with masculine abilities, we aren't politicians in the making.
I catch my own breath with every word that I say, I'm such a deep lie with myself that I do it with confidence. Sometimes we draw pictures in the margins of our old notebooks for no one gives us the chance to express ourselves.
Constantly interrupted, societies corrupted, in this world or voices don't have enough value. Sometimes we go a little too far, and raise our hands first at everything in the class, If you really think about it this is the only time we have confidence and what we're saying, and what we're being asked.
It's the long game we've been playing if we're not smart we’ve done nothing for this world. Were not fashion gurus or Mr. muscles, were not pure extroverts or the pretty blonde girls in the back of the class that spitballs us with words.
I don't want to change the world we have plenty of politicians, presidents, feminists, and lawyers. There are lots and lots of dreamers, and beautiful people on the cover of magazines, and teachers, and scientists handling global warming. I don't want to change the world, I want to change the people and the concepts used in labeling losers from beauty.

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