What a beautiful world, she whispered to the sky. The media gives us one idea, of what us girls should be, yet we're always told we should be ourselves. But society prevents that doesn't it?
What a beautiful world, she said a little louder to the clouds. People are cruel and vicious, they seem to sink their teeth into innocents, and tear lives apart. To make themselves feel better.
What a beautiful world, she yelled to the darkening sky. The lives we lead are full of choices and challenges, and people and notions go out of their way to ruin us, and we are expected to pull through and make a life for ourselves. But it isn't easy.
What a beautiful world, her voice screamed with the wind. This torrent of emotions, can make or break a person, and when someone plays to hurt someone. The emotions shut them down.
What a beautiful world, she cried with the rain. The tears she cries, will go unseen for they mix with the rain, and the rain is the bigger problem. Not the damage done to the girl's mind.
I might do another poem with the title "What a Beautiful World" except then the world will actually be beautiful.