They see power,
They see money,
They see happiness,
They live the lush life.
They don't see the fear,
They don't see the pain,
They don't see the depression,
They don't see the illness.
Wars,
Terrorists,
Arguments,
Gangs,
Ill mannered.
They always point out,
If a person is black they were brought up gangs,
If a person is muslim they are the terrorists,
If the person is white they are going through mental problems.
They want to get rid of those,
Get rid of those who aren't like them,
People of colour are the ethnic minority that they despise,
But won't say because they want to gain popularity.
However, not all are like that,
Those not like them sometimes don't care they choose to ignore,
Those not like them sometimes do care and will do anything to help.
But they choose not to listen.
It's either bad for publicity or will ruin their status.
Have they ever thought what they do?
In their heads they raise their middle fingers,
And say 'fuck you all'.
That, right there, is the truth.
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Escape From My World
PoetryAll these poems are created from what I think and endure on a daily basis. A path to find who I really am. ON HOLD.
