The world is difficult

Pain, suffering, dying.

If I told you I wasn’t okay with this,

I would be lying.

But what did it matter?

People cry, they say they care,

Those they saw dead

Weren’t part of their heir.

But what if there was change

A place with just white noise

No more makeup covered fabricators

Just elegance and poise.

The world will never be fixed,

But we can work on change.

Hopefully one day,

The world won’t be the same.