Talent Show

Tonights talent show at Bangor High School was quite astounding. It was in the utmost effect what makes me proud to attend. There were excellent performances. From Tay's singing, piano playing, and overall genius abilities, to rapping, comedic failures, self insults, bulletproof glass not being stapler proof the entire event was great. During the Senior Band's performance of 99 Red Balloons, which sucked because the trumpets didn't come out too well and the drums were too loud, but eh, it was still awesome because the balloons came out of the ventilator system and of course they were red. Alas, the four years I've attended I have avoided social events. I avoided dances, I avoided participating in anything more intense than a good game of chess. Which brings me to the moral of the story (its a blog about silly stuff, but I always have a point [read my last posts.] Is this titled Episode of Distraction? No, so here comes the moral of the story.) The moral of this is that when you have the chance to enjoy your life in, as one observation of our school dances mocked, "clean, sexually safe, child friendly fun" you should take it. I limit it at don't do drugs or get yourself hurt. So, since I now fully regret placing one of my only talents on display, my ability to rap, I write the following as what I would have rapped without back music, just my voice (not singing, rapping, so unplug the ears k?) :

Some things in life hurt
Like someone giving me birth
From an illegitimate womb
That seemed to only be a deadly tomb
Luckily on that battlefield nothing went boom
Yet your going to notice in time
That I'm losing my mind
And I might not always be kind
Because you pissed me off and knocked me down into the dirt
All of you said that I had no more worth
So now I'm pushing back and it just might hurt

It just hurts because of all of these lies
It makes me almost want to cry
But I don't because you stopped asking why
We just agree that its time to say goodbye
I don't know which of us gave up first
I just know that it feels like we are both cursed
And all thats left is all of this hurt

The problem with the world today is that there isn't enough kindness in the hearts of many
Too many sit on the fence not making any sense
Just watching life go right on by
never bothering to ask themselves why
Peace and war serves anymore only to allow time for
The other to begin
We need to find a new way of thinking
because on this course the country is sinking
What other people think is bringing me to the brink
Some of my emotions make me want to burst
And some of us have had to survive the worse
Because on the inside we all do hurt

The pain of the birth that brought so much hurt
Can also bring joy to world like a kid getting a toy
Girl or boy the child is a gift
Special or not it still has innocence
Whether a president or a brick layer
We all have a choice of whether or not to tazer
Shoot with a bullet or a laser
Stop all the violence and be a joy maker