The world through a 15 years old’s eyes.

I feel like I’ve been trapped in a world I was not made for. I want to fly high and soar through the clouds like a bird, but I am not given the opportunity to do so. I want to make everyone happy and everything perfect, but that’s not how this world works. I want corruption and bad to perish and I want justice, love and truth to prevail over all. I see people throwing garbage on the roads and it makes me feel bad for the poor earth. I see so much bad happening, but I don’t have the power or authority to stop it. I see people not only doing bad to others, but also harming themselves. What can I do when everyone thinks of me as a young, 15 year old immature girl?