Peter Parker

Brilliant, but lazy.

Sometimes I believe I am Peter Parker.

Brilliant.

Yet lazy.

I am Peter Parker. I could be the world if I gave a damn. Couldn't everybody? When it gets down to it, it's all in the way we were raised, and what is in our genetic material.

I for one, have a father who believes he was a genius, and a mother who never got a chance to pursue secondary education because of this genius.

So, brilliant, but I am not given any chances to truly succeed? At this moment in time, it sure looks like it.

The way I see it: Everyone can succeed, all you have to have is a desire and a chance.

Maybe I have both. But my life seems so empty, no one cares. All my parent's want me to do is be a lawyer and make them money. Once they let me go I am not coming back. They shouldn't be expecting money from me if all they did was screw me over my whole life. Maybe I wasn't really screwed over. But maybe it feels that way because everyone else seems to get to be who they want. I can't even dress the way I want.

Some people look at a small smudge on a painting rather than the whole thing.

Those are the people who look at one bad thing, and make it seem like their life is coming down on them. I know for a fact I am not one of those people, because even though I may feel as if one smudge in my life painting is ruining something, it's not. No black dot on my painted rainbow can bring me down.

If it spews oil in my painted river, so be it. I will live how I know life should be.

For those kids who lived in rented hell-holes with addicted life crisis.