Red pen

the mistakes people make. Imagine if our lives were documents. Imagine they were essays your teacher got to grade. Imagine all the red marks. If your friend was grading the paper would there be less marks? Perhaps they would even use a more inviting color such as pink? Maybe yellow? My paper would have a lot of red marks. Lots of mistakes, no matter who had the honor of grading it. I find myself making mistakes constantly and even realizing when I am about to make one. And I have to ponder... Do I seek to cause red marks? Maybe its for attention? If people see me flawed they will pity me. But that can't be it. Maybe its because if people see the red marks they can actually finally SEE something. If u live and act normally afterall, who would even know there were things wrong? Most people won't. And thats what really sucks. If the grader was angry, maybe she would purposely paint the paper just to release the fumes within her. People do that in real life. We constantly see others fueding their anger on innocent victims. And all we do is watch. We also see ourselves take out our anger on ourselves. Constantly making our own red marks. The ink that pours from our own veins! We only can hope that we will grow and realize that red ink stains and wiill never fix the situation. But what if we dont learn? What if we can't grow? And what if we can't stop marking up ourselves.

I guess that's life. We'll never know.