There is hunger in the world
There is war
And I can't count the times I've cried
Cause I don't know what I'm doing all this for
There are kids losing their parents
There are parents losing their kid
And I've cried so often
Because I didn't have a place to sit
I shouldn't cry, I know
But there still is so much pain
Then I think of these people
And suddenly feel so vain
Pluto is not a planet
Because Pluto is too small
My suffering is not bad
I always have someone to call
No one picks up most of the time
Others don't even have a phone
Others have it worse
But I still feel so alone
Others have it worse
My suffering's still valid though
And one day, I'll be able
To just say no.
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Poem Collection
PoetryHere are the poems I've written and sometimes little backstories about why I wrote them. Enjoy my art :)