Yours Truly, Me.

People II

All these kids attack each other, and I just wish they'd be ashamed,

People keep on fighting each other, and I just don't know who's to blame, 

Trying to make sense of it, but I don't have the reach of fame, 

I'm just searching for some wisdom because fighting's never in my aim, 

Fighting words inside my home, wondering from where they came, 

Seeing this shit on the news, but I can't see outside the frame, 

Wondering when we'll all see, as people we are all the same, 

And yes we all hurt differently, that's not something I try to claim, 

But everybody's playing one another like a fucking game, 

If fighting's something I can see and wonder "could you please refrain?", 

Then how come grown adults are making children look so fucking tame?

All I see is people beating their kin to a mental pulp,

If I was God, these ain't the people I would want my hands to sculpt, 

The real word is looking like high school, except the cliques are cults, 

And if everybody failed initiation, we'd get this result,

But maybe I'm just crazy and society is doing well, 

No one'll ever notice if TV is filled with prison cells, 

Even Christmas time, it's medieval when they ring the bells, 

And you wonder why the introverts won't ever leave their hardened shells, 

The media has showed me that there's bad outweighing every good, 

And every day it's crimes committed by some person with a hood, 

Wishing I could do something 'cause bet your ass I fucking would, 

But if you have the option to bring peace, I hope you know you should.