Speaking Incorrectly

i told someone today that i liked it when it rained i told them i liked that it made the world cold and i told them that i liked how what was around us became desolate and drenched. and i could of sworn i heard the words “that’s depressing” slip her quiet lips as we were walking and it only made me wonder, why do we take a habit of classifying things in a completely incorrect manner? most of us have no idea what our words mean we try to sound sophisticated to impress our parents and their friends and in the process we stumble on what we say and we ruin it for everyone. it’s so hard to wrap my head around the fact that today it’s become normal to criticize others for what makes us real, and for what makes us more than flesh and bone. whether it’s our sexuality or our mental state, there’s always a person who needs to beat you for it and today society is actually convinced that it’s sociably sound to put others down only so they can build themselves up into a skyscraper above the one’s they’ve broken and then there’s others who are criticized by the mean girls in our grade whether we try to fit in or stand out we’ll always be targets for the animals and we’ll always be searching for a place that accepts those who enjoy the rain