June 18, 2002
I see [poem]
I see the world through many eyes
A place with many bitter lies
People come and go as they please
All so busy, Just like bees
I see people staring
I see people glaring
I see people with eyes like knives
I see people with carefree lives
I see hatred, I see love
I see below and above
I see people black and white
I see people fight, fight, fight
What I see and what I do
Is not really up to you
I see people who are very smart
I see people who really aren't
I see this world, full of beauty
I see this world, growing dirty
I see so many horrible things
I see so many happenings
What will become of us?
Do I really have the right to say?
Or am I just another soul
Trying to pass the day?
needingalex at 4:32 p.m.