Thinking about the fact

The fact that I’m nobody with a conscious mind. Throwing thoughts around as if I was made to do something. Something like creating perhaps. I love to create. And then I assign a meaning to my story. Oh no! I need food and I can’t afford it, I wanna know the beauty of the world but it’s too expensive. So I work, work and work. Then I’m dead. In fact, I was nobody with a conscious mind. Could’ve done so much but fell into the cyclical abyss. I did create, I did think. But I spent half of my life confused by people that had the same consciousness but didn’t need to work. I never understood how there were untouchable monsters doing horrible things. And nobody, NOBODY did anything about it. Including me. How will this end? Or maybe the fact that I’m writing about it says enough. I will provide all the force, knowledge and resistance if anyone has a plan. I’m open to any ideas. I’m desperate for change and revolution. I’m eager to see some monsters run around. I don’t mean any harm. But sometimes I do, to those who harmed innocent. To those who hurt generations and the whole society mindset. WE ARE NOT ANGRY ENOUGH AND THATS BECAUSE THEY BUILT OUR REALITY SO WE DONT REACT TO ANYTHING! WAKE UP!