Ousider

As I settled onto the dreary grey chair I dazed onto the outside world. Everyone has problems the people of London are simply zombies walking, with a mission on their minds. The intoxicated fumes from the so called eco-friendly cars cloud our streets and judgement.  I laugh humourlessly as I hear a distant conversation of the beauty of our city.

Beauty how can anyone call this beauty?

 

It is merely the hypocrisy of our city’s council men that cause the city’s people to be so ignorant. Men are always the cause of our problems. They go bossing people around and forget the women that inspire them in the first place. I don’t understand anyone any more. As i swivel my eyesight to the elderly home before me, I see old people dozing on their granny chairs. I now know why the young called them grannies. I shouldn’t be here, life is just beginning. Nurses asking “Are you alright” as if I’m stupid. I play along for now.

 

 I look outside again i can’t stand the look of pain and grief from other people’s love ones. When my own family throw me into this home and simply say it’s for the best. I don’t deserve to be here. I may not be as strong as i look but i’m not that old i don’t even have a walking stick. I see a child cry and tackle her mother to the crowd won’t those the days when your grandchildren were your protectors?  My protectors are my hands. Nothing is safe again,

 

Well as i daze into my new life i can only hope that this is not the end.

Author's Note

Please don't judge me on my grammar errors