Who am I? Even I don't know. Every day is another day in the history of a person who isn't me. We all try to know ourselves more but we end up wasting our lives, not doing what we want because we're afraid we'll be judged. Childhood is stripped from us - we're forced into a corporate world and old too soon. One day we'll die alone. Maybe we'll appreciate life more when we're dead... Art is the only way to be you, to be unique: not a duplicate. But when a society turns its back on art, it's really doomed.
by © Megan Smith (14)
The Burgate School & 6th Form Centre, Hampshire
Competition - Mini Monologues
Copyright remains with the author.