Sometimes

Sometimes when I sit in my room alone, I think about what the world would be like if I wasn’t here. I wonder if my family would miss me if anything ever happened to me. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t know how to read or write.
Sometimes I think what my life would be like if I would have finished school and became a writer. Would my family ask me for money or would they just let me live my life the way I wanted? Would they really be proud of me or just say it cause they are my family?
Sometimes I sit in my room alone listening to music wondering what the song means. I try to figure out if it really means what they say it does. I mean, why does a person sing about finding a cure for something that they know will never happen.
Sometimes I scare my family with my thinking. They don’t like the deep thoughts that run through my mind every day and every night. They don’t understand that a great mind questions things that a normal person wouldn’t.
Sometimes I wonder if the world would be any different if guns were never invented. I wonder if it was a mistake to do make the first one. I mean, what’s the point in killing someone for the hell of it? Yes we might need them to kill game but why use them on other people?
Sometimes I sit in my room just watching the computer wondering what it would really be like to be small enough to walk around inside. I mean to walk around on all that technology would be like walking on gold. People would want it more than anything in the world.Sometimes I scare myself thinking about all the things I think about. With someone like me it’s not a good thing to do a lot of thinking. First people would read what your thinking then they would think you’re crazy and send you to see a shrink. Hey they really don’t help much. They talk to you about things that a normal person would talk about.
Sometimes I sit around thinking what it would be like to be loved by everyone. I wonder why I can’t get just one person to love me for who I am and not what I look like. I don’t want someone to love me cause they think I’m a good person to sleep with I want them to love me cause I’m my own self.
This is what happens when I say sometimes, I start thinking about things others normally wouldn’t. Is it a bad thing to question the things that happen in the world today? What would happen if everyone in the world thought about these things, no one would be different?