Why?

Why?

Hurt and pain haunt me.
Rage and anger fill my soul.
Sorrow and grief tare at my tattered heart.
Things are so dank. Things are so dark.
Why is this happening? What’s going on?
None of this makes sense, I feel so small.
People are dying, people are dead.
Agony, anger and dread.
People are crying, people are calling.
No one is listening, no one is looking, no one cares.
The world is dying, wasting away.
Watch as the people are pulling away.
No one together, no one talks.
People hide in their own packed tight flocks.
Why do they separate? Why don’t they share.
Afraid they will hurt, afraid no one will care.
Why make a sound, why speak your mind?
In a world full of people, why is it no one combines?
People are mean, people make fun.
People say hurtful and painful puns.
Why let them see you? Why show your face?
If people were nicer, not so evil and spiteful
The world would be one. The people united.
The world would live, the world would love.
However. People aren’t nicer, their angry and rude.
That’s why the world winces in pain.
That’s why my hart is torn and tattered.
That’s why I’m haunted with hurt and pain.

This one I wrote in 9th grade. I was kind of questioning why it is that people are so distant and far away.