Am I angry???? nooooooo!!!!!

Dead Inside!!!

What we know,  what we usually understand, what we think as a identity is very simple but what if, what we believe and what we actually do is completely opposite!! then what?? exactly this much confusing things we do everyday or better to say we don't do anything actually. Yes it is mad why would it be anything else than mad??? do we like to be slave? do we like to live as pet? we don't. But are we really don't act like slave or a pet?? This is the question we just don't ask ourselves, do we? We live in a democratic country we are the citizens the maker of the government, and what is a government?? a main part of a machinery known as a country our country, we choose our representatives to be the part of a running government, its their duty to run the country keep the citizens alive with a good reasonable living standard, but do they really take care of all of us? lets think!!! ohh I forgot again we don't think anymore we just live like we don't even mean it, we just live our life on faith nothing else matters, the future generation is dying without proper medical help its faith, the education system is corrupt head to toe its all faith nothing we can do, we just hope that the people that we chose to run our life will be kind enough to give us something to live, but that not makes us pets. 

We deserve, we need every basic things important for living but we don't get that and we don't care, because we can live with nothing, we are after all really strong we can survive any thing and be happy, we are not angry we are not frustrated  we are calm and cold, and the leaders that we chose we made we are their makers treats us like nothing, little insects slaves still we are happy to receive some bones here and there, our main part of the machinery just working for its own sake the whole machine is crumbling we are suffocation but still not angry just living the life gathering money. some of us just forgot what a real Road looks like where the life runs smoothly without any obstacle or holes here and there we can't even imagine the life without corruption, without bad human aid services, bad transportation we like to live in a risky life where we don't know if we leave the home to go somewhere and will we even reach the destination or just be a cold dead body beside a broken road, we love the risk don't we?? We are so scared of saying something so afraid of dying by a bullet that we die everyday everywhere without even think about it. Am I angry? no I am just dead inside.....