When Is It Enough?

Do you ever wake up and think to your self, "Why does all of this happen to me?" This is a prevalent thought for us to think. It is the thought that drives us to the next day. We yearn to know the answer. We yearn to know the feeling of purpose and the role these events play in our lives. You sit up as the mental list of tragedies runs through your mind, "My girlfriend left me, a dear friend died, my mentors were imprisoned, I lost my home, the people I thought friend turned out to be foe, two of my family die in a week, and the list goes on." All you can think to yourself is the pain that all of this has caused you, and the agony that you know it will cause. You know that the day is only going to get worse. You know that you have to go to school. You dread that school. You stare at the doors, waiting for you to unlock them, but all you can do is stand there. You can't go in, because you know that if you do you will endure the endless daily taunting and nagging, the relentless hate and ridicule, the searing pain as your eyes burn like fire. The burn, but not in passion, but in pain as the tears that you hold back sting your eyes and flow anyway. You go to your dance classes after school where you know you don't belong. Everyone expects you to do it all, but all you want to do is run away to a place with animals and the sea. You torture your heart and mind as you long for the sea and what lies beneath. You go home to the piles of work due the next day. As you sit there, your face red, but not wet for you have cried all the tears you have to cry, you know that this day will occur again tomorrow. You know that nothing will change, so you just sit there thinking of the torment and wonder "When is it enough?"