Poems

Okay

Growing up I knew what the world was capable of
Bombings were no surprise
I've never seen a time of peace
Shootings are always happening
My father would like to blame music and art culture
But I don't know who or what's to blame
He loves to complain about the world but honestly I just wish it'd all stop 
Sometimes I wish I could be unaware
I know it's stupid but sometimes idiocy seems like a bliss
I just want to feel safe
I just wanna believe for a second that everything's okay