How can a world full of humans have so little humanity?

I crave for the smell of my half broken ac
Drawing in peace
Letting my mind wander endlessly
But now I’m confined
To A B C and D
Bubbling letters
For all of eternity

Don’t bother speaking
For we are just kids
So we don’t matter
                                But if that’s so. Then                               what will be of our future?

Crayons are quite strong for their size
Hell they can even be put on fire and not burn immediately
But put to much pressure on them
And they crack

Your child cries
In the middle of the night
Worrying too much about their life
Feeling like they're about to die
Because you never take their side
Asking themselves "why?"

But I guess your child is fine