A change in this world

This world is pathetic and obnoxious
There is never a single day of peace
Humans are what make this world atrocious
It is as if they carried a disease
People are fake, people betray, pretend
Some people are way too prideful or mean
It's more about "doing yourself", comprehend?
There's those who aren't mature acting thirteen
The rich ones do not care about the rest
Everyone judges but no compliments
Some don't recognized how much their life's blessed
They give up not setting accomplishments
But we live to die and we learn to live

This poem is about: 
Our world
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