Dear World,
Why are you so cuel?
When did it go from "Your beautiful" to "Your ugly" ?
Oh world,
How can you act like everything is fine?
when in reality, nothing is
Why cant people be themselves without being considered imperfect?
Are you proud of what you have become?
Just an illusion cast by the sun of perfection
When in reality its just the reflection of the sun,
Covering the true horrid things of this world
How can you act like its okay?
When some people cant even last another day?
And as the days pass by, many wonder why theyre still here,
In this world of hate and betrayal.
