What's wrong with me?
It looks like I look at things differently.
I look at life,
I look at love...
Like I'm trying to find out,
How much stars there are up above.
I take it serious,
I know I do.
Do you rather have me living,
Without having a clue...
On how to?
It's important.
I have to know...
I have to see...
I'm trying to live my life,
The way it has to be.
I made and make mistakes,
In order to learn.
I know with each mistake,
I'll get a life lesson in return.
What's Wrong With The World??
What's wrong with the world,
What's wrong with ya'll?
You don't seem to get the meaning of trust,
Or honesty,
At all.
All peoples see these days is lust.
And it's freaking me out!
You put on tv.
You see a girl.
With her boobs out,
The show to the whole wide world.
It can't hurt,
It's just tv.
But men will look at us as lust objects,
And by the way,
Do we really want our kids to see?
There's more in me!
I can be kind,
I can be sweet.
And showing my body,
Is not what I need!
To show I'm worth it.
To prove I'm cool...
The one that has to do that,
Is the one that is the fool...
Cause they won't like you,
They only wanna get inside you.
Is that who you wanna be?
It's nothing to envy...
Take a stand...
Look inside...
See the things you truely like,
And who you are.
Show them your talent in other ways.
Show them your smart,
You think before you do...
And if you can... well, I guess it's just up to you!
Author's Chapter Notes:
This poem is written by best friend
