Good People
I stand in the middle of a crowded room. People surround me wherever I move. People I don't know, who don't know me. Who are they?
One of us is a Doctor, who saves lives for a living. The hero that everyone looks up to. The hero who did not want to be a hero, but was forced into it instead.
One of us is a Saint. Filled with kindness and love. Who cares more about a stranger on the street then they do themselves, who is willing to sacrifice anything for their beloved Lord.
One of us is a Cop. Forever enforcing the laws made by their fellow humans. Even if they don't follow them themselves.
One of us is a Soldier. Defending their country from who they believe is the enemy. Going to any extremes to get the information they need.
One of us is a Rock Star. A great bloody rock god, and a Junkie. Who can't even last 12 hours with out getting a fix.
One of us is a Conman. Who cheats people for a living. Who has already been deported out of 6 counties and has shot a man in cold blood.
One of us is a Father. A Father that has not seen his son in 10 years. He stopped caring a long time ago.
One of us is a Murderer. Who killed a man by turning on the gas and lighting a match. Their hands are covered in blood that will never wash off.
So what do you think of the people around me? You probably think they are bad people, but you shouldn't, because you don't know one think about these people.
Did you know that, that Rock Star only started going drugs because he thought it was his only option, he just wanted it all to stop?
Did you know that, that Conman does what he does because when he was six years old he saw his momma have an affair with a man who stole all their money? Then saw his papa shoot his mom before sticking the gun in his own mouth. And in the process of trying to find the man who conned his momma, he became what he hated most, what he was hunting.
Did you know that, that Father hasn't seen his son in 10 years because he didn't have the money to stop his girlfriend from leaving with him?
Did you know that, that murderer killer her step-father who raped her every night?
I stand here in the middle of a crowed room. People surround me wherever I go, people I don't know, who don't know me. Who are we? We are the flawed and damaged that litter this Earth. We are human. We are good people.
A.N.- Okay so this is my first fanfic so please, please rewiew and tell me what you think:)