The worlds a strange place I wont ever figure out,
Even If was the only person left on earth
it would still be strange somehow.
The way we talk,
the way we dress,
only to impress.
Even the smartest person couldn't see
all the things that have ever troubled me.
The way we talk to each other,
so different in each others eyes.
People judge by appearance, colour and race,
even after all these days.
It makes me ashamed

It makes me sick,
Just thinking of bringing something into this world.
Some days I even wish I hadn't been,
So why would I want to bring someone into this hell with me?
I think its selfish, wrong and sick
How people don't try to solve the problems
Not overcome them
But look away quick.
It hurts my deeply
My heart aches
Like its been slit
split open for all the worlds problem to spill into it.