"What is the first thing to come to mind when you hear the word 'scary'? Battery life on your phone that is low? School as a whole? Monsters? And when you mean monsters, do you mean some humans? The reason that I ask this is because I am curious. I am curious to hear your answer. Did you say one that I suggested? Or something that is going on in your life? Would you like to hear my answer? Of course you would. What I am afraid of is this world. Confused? Let me explain. I have a friend. She is a Lubriem. A Lubriem is a real worlder who believes that fictional characters exist. Why am I bringing this up? You will see. Anyway, the Lubriem was a sweet girl. She loved her family and her friends. Her teachers and people whom she barely knew. Everyone who accepted her help and love. Sounds uplifting, right? Well, wait until I tell you the next part. The world, in general, was and still is bad. Really bad. Not somewhat bad. So bad that people have to hate each other to get their points across. What do I mean? Shootings. Killings. Setting up people. And a lot of hatred. Why is this happening? It is because there are people who unfortunately think that these are the only solutions. These are not solutions. It is only making us look bad. Day by day. Second by second. My Lubriem could not take it anymore. She heard no good on the news. Just bad. Evil. It came to a point where she could not trust - or love - people anymore. Real worlders are what she calls them. She cannot look in a real worlder's face and be happy. How can she be happy when all she sees is evil - pure evil - now? That is why she ran. Mentally and physically. The world lost another. But it does not care. All it wants is to be evil. Bully. Torture. Shoot. Stab. Kill. Whatever it is that is evil and whatever it takes. Are you against evil? I sure am. Please tell me. Did I get through to you?"
- Nora the Wise talking to herself
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I used to think that this world was good,
But it is not.
There is evil here and all around,
And so much despair.
Everywhere I went,
Left and right,
Sadness,
And no joy being shown.

I used to think that there was good in people,
But I do not see that anymore.
I am not a perfect person either,
But I try to be good.
I can now no longer trust anybody.
Not one human.
Not a single soul.
Do you know why?
Blame the world.

Blame the world for being imperfect.
See the people who create the problems,
But do not solve what is wrong with this world.
I have tried my best,
But I cannot keep up,
They keep telling me lies,
Day by day,
And night by night.
I do not know what to believe.

It is for this reason,
That I have left.
Not physically.
But mentally and emotionally.
I would rather live a fictional life.
I would rather be made up,
Than be real.
That is because the real world is going downhill.
But the fictional world still has a chance.
A chance to change.

But if the fictional world copies the real world,
The world that I have been lost in,
For so long,
Then where will I go?

Where will I go?

- The Day Was Gone