Sad sad sad,
That's the way,
The way they think,
The things they say.
Look at it in this light,
Not the dark of night,
If we didn't turn out this way,
What would we be,
Can you say?
We could never see,
What was so great about humanity.
So.....we resorted to misanthropy!
Do you think we could normal?
Think we'd wanna live that boring life?
I think that existence is kinda dismal.
Full of anger, greed, trouble, and strife.
We love the way we live and die.
Wasting other beings' lives.
We're not sad, fact we're glad,
to be with others of our kind!
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a twelve year old mind.
PoesíaI wrote these poems when I felt like crap, and I still write them. And I am twelve.
