Hi guys. I know i've already posted this as one of my blogs, but i didn't get as much feedback as i was hoping. I aim to send the following as a Letter to the Editor of my high school newspaper, and i want it to be as perfect as it can be, and that's why i need your help. Please critique this while still showing respect. In other words, be constructively critical. Thanks!
Silence is what I am. Silence is what I came to be because I have been subjugated to be it. On the basis of something innate, something natural, I have been degraded; as if I were not capable of reasoning and logic, love and compassion. Yet an injustice is thrust upon me.
It is in this letter that I attempt to illustrate what I have needlessly felt, what others have needlessly felt, and what others will needlessly feel; needlessly because hate is not a necessity for survival. Yet it has become commonplace in our school and in our society to denounce others for being who they are. So many have died or taken their life before me that it astounds me some action has not been taken to keep thirty percent of suicidal youth from actually following through with their plan.
Never before in my life have I experienced ennui, except for the last decade of my life. This depression, now slightly diminished, I still continue to bear, though not without the expected wounds and scars. It is at night, in my daily pilgrimages to the safe confines of my own thoughts, when I begin to heal. This asylum, which has for so many years guarded my sanity and my life, is one of the last refuges where I can safely go as myself, not as whom I pretend to be. The frightening thought is that this ennui and injustice does not limit itself to me and me alone, but rather it preys on an estimated ten percent of the population.
There are those of us who face insecurity and intolerance in our lives daily, hourly. It is because of this hostility we keep our mouths silent; afraid to stand up out of fear of being ridiculed, taunted, and ostracized. The fear of being one