Why is it that how hard we try, we never get anywhere? I remember 2020. The summer of it. My ‘for you page’ was flooded with cries for help, with petition links for Black Lives Matter, with women being abused and children in foreign countries dying. As a twelve year old all I could do was sign my name on countless websites, post awareness and copy the link three times. Social media crowded my mind with all the horrors of the world, and no matter how much I spoke out, nothing changed. There’s still black people being arrested for watering their neighbors flowers, or even just asking for help. There is still war in the world, creeping in at every chance it gets. And now, women can’t even get abortions in certain states anymore. We’re going back in time, and while so many of us advocate and constantly post, nothing changes. Because we’re just angry. We’re just little hormonal teenagers who don’t know what the real world is like. We’re just on our period, going through puberty. Yeah, right. While some of that may be true, that doesn’t mean that we’re all naïve, and that we don’t know what we’re talking about. We want to change the world, we want to see peace, life, thriving communities. But some of us aren’t even at a legal age to even vote. Most of us can’t even run to be part of a government yet. Now, I am fourteen years old. I still don’t know what much I can do, but I’ve found that using my words can get some feelings to come out. I can’t expect much of a difference from this essay, but, maybe it could reach some adults that might actually hear me, my friends, and my generation out.