Individuality

You know, there's some much s*** in my life I sometimes wonder "why?". Not that I plan to kill myself and be the subject of some stupid teen help video. All I'm saying is, why do I get so much hardship, or as I like to call it hards****, while others are born with a silver spoon gracing the roofs of their mouths. I see these people on the streets; I try to be nice. I wave and all that Good-Samaritan crap, but then they look and me and think I'm going to rob them. One woman thought I was going to hit her. I know this because she raised her arm to her face and closed her eyes. All I'm saying is people stereotype everything. Maybe I do know drug dealer, maybe I'm poor, maybe I wear a little to much black, but does that make me a monster? Perhaps, but perhaps monster is just another word for individual.