Discrimination

I arose, hoping to keep my eyes closed, ignoring the sights and sounds of neurological discrimination. What becomes of this world if I feel withheld, admist a landscape of devoid or justice or reason, my view unexplored. This world has me shaking, it feels me with vile hate. It's not about black and white, nor the height of our fellow man. I'm sick of this need for social greed. Forgotten are the struggles of those who quietly stand ideally by. What about my pain? What about my strain? Yet here I remain burdened by this neurological chain. This is my voice these are my issues. But I'll endure the murmurs and whispers that arise. It's my problems, my struggles, but I just can't contain. This bleek, black feeling of empty thoughts and unexplained pain.