Why Don’t They Care?
Why is my life like a mountain to climb?
No one to talk to, they don’t have the time.
I bottle my feelings, and keep the lid sealed,
No one can know of the sadness I feel.
They don’t understand all the hate that I hold,
If they knew of my anger, they’d not feel so bold.
They never would tease me, or laugh at my life,
They’d know what it’s like to feel anger and strife.
They might understand then, some thoughts that I’ve had,
If they look at the world, people lonely and sad.
These poor lonely people, the wealthy can’t see,
Thousands of people all lonely like me.
But my life’s still different from all of the rest,
Most hours are lost, when I’m crying, depressed.
I don’t understand all these feelings I hide,
But I know I must keep them all locked up inside.
If I let them out, then my life may’s well end,
I would end up killing both enemy and friend.
All men would be slaughtered, all women as well,
They won’t understand that I’d save them from Hell.
But if we continue, the way that we do,
We’ll just kill each other, and animals too.
But they have not hurt us, I don’t think it’s fair,
That many are slaughtered, and humans don’t care.
