I stare up at the night sky,
Watching all the stars,
I wonder why, why
We should hide our scars,
I see the world as hard,
As complicated and complex,
I see the world as broken glass as I look through a shard,
I look through a shard of crystal to see what will become,
To see why and how it will come.
I look up at the stars,
Shining so very bright,
I begin to ponder how, how
We came this far,
I see humans as mean,
As argumentative and arrogant,
I see humans as severely broken objects ,
That need to be fixed,
I look at humans and I see not people but machines and many Sheep.
I look down at the city,
Lights still on at night,
I begin to think what, what
Is my place in the world,
I am only young, twelve,
I shouldn't think about this yet,
I look at my reflection, I see only my appearance,
I look deep inside me, I find nothing I didn't know before.
I look at my ceiling,
Boring, white and plain,
I begin to not understand,
Who I am, who am I?
I am me, I know that,
But what is my place,
What is my job,
I have so many questions
I wish I knew the answers to
But then I realise,
I will find out in my life
Which is not yet complete.
