This article was written after I was given a writing prompt in Language Arts class. The prompt was "The color of hunger". When I thought hunger, I thought people dyeing. I have always hated when people complain about their "world ending problems" because they are never really world ending. If I've learned one thing in life, it's that anyone with a real problem, will stay quiet, because they dont want people feeling sorry for them. They dont want people giving them attention, because it would only remind them of the problem they are suffering through. I wrote this piece so that people would start to understand that somebody always has it worse, and to be greatful for what they have now, because someday, It's going to be gone.