The world is a beautiful place and I want to be beautiful too although there is nothing I can do to change my face lack of grace or slow my pace I know not my place in this world I am but a girl and what is one among many is there meaning? how am I supposed to find any well maybe I can just not in this person I am but I see it all around me in each soul every body I meet all incomplete pieces of a puzzle that I'll never fully see why can't I just let it be push these questions aside and live my life content with being swept along the tide why can't I look past all the strife what can I do to stop it can I rearrange make a change people look at you strange when you see a different picture this is never what IΒ Β pictured when I was growing up how can our world be so corrupt? everyone stuck in their ways lost in a daze so they remain the same in kindergarten I sat and looked up as my teacher told me the news could it be true? 9/11 war on "terror" they were trying to scare us just a bunch of cover ups none of my friends seem to give a **** maybe I care too much or not enough I want to change reality how can I hold onto my sanity if I continue to do nothing
Tell me where do I start with my hands or with my heart everything I know has been torn apart where do I start?