Corruption

Outraged by what you see in the world

because you feel you're eyes are clearer than usual,

but hazed over with hate.

The sickening feeling you feel 

deep inside of your chest

as you sneer at everyone around you.

 

Their judging stares burn onto your skin 

as you walk by clenching your fists.

Wishing you weren't born in such a place,

and escape somewhere safe.

Where everyone wasn't dulled by mass murder and suicide.

 

Living in a place where anything is possible,

and no one tells you that you're life is wrong.

Why isn't our world a glorious place for glorious people?

Because there are insensitive souls that tower over others,

and crush them to the point where living is unbearable.

 

All of us and our world is corrupt. 

When everyone can finally realize that fact

and agree on someting as a whole

it will be too late.

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