I know that I am young, I know you might not believe, but I know what I see, and what I see is a lack of a life worth living, a lack of selfless giving. A lack of anyone real, and a Middle Class America with the world under its heels. I see young men dying for a nation"s pride. Starving children in our streets to whom we pay no mind, who we just pass by without a second glance or a lending hand. And as I stand wondering where I fit into all of this, I feel alone, and it"s sickening, it sickens me. Because every time I close my eyes, I see it in my mind. It festers and grows into something that I can no longer stand. For the rest of my days, I will scream in disgrace, that we are no greater than the dirt that we will call our home.