Look around, what do you see?
Some days, when I look around all that I can see are the smiles, laughs, and memories being made.
Other days, I don't see anything but sadness.
I pick up on that girl's tears, and that one's frown.
Some days, all that I can notice are the negatives.
All I can think about is everything I hate, and how I wish I could get away from it all.
It makes me think of how life is imperfect.
An uneven mix or good and bad.
No matter how much the good outweighs the bad, there's always more bad than good.
