The difficulty it takes trying to wrap my mind around this level of injustice, it's just too inhumane to be ingested, to absorb the particles of it's degradation on the face of it's merits, is to find yourself depressed and mentally angered for every second that you bare it... Because there's not one person on the face of the planet, that doesn't desire to be treated fairly, so how can you not hear me, when I am speaking so very clearly, or maybe you are not listening to my suffering because you are afraid to come near me, thinking that my pain may touch you and force you to treat me dearly... Why would you walk blindly around, disregarding the fate of the downtrodden, the ones who've been forgotten, the ones who are battered and bruised by a prison system that sees us as being rotten, I guess to see is to care, but that character trait must be at your bottom, seeing as though you refuse to lift a hand and offer some aid by simply saying I got you... Instead, yo...
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