The World Through My Eyes
I see a world full mostly of hate.
Everyone hates someone.
They hate you, me, him, her, anyone.
It’s for stupid reasons most of the time.
Someone’s appearance, skin color, religion, or weight.
It doesn’t matter to the people who hate them.
Through my eyes I see them hurting.
The ones who are being hated for things that make them, them.
Through my eyes I notice this.
The people who are Outcasts, Goths, Emos, “Losers”, are the way they are now because of how they were treated.
I also see a world full of love.
The love a mother and a father share when they have their first baby.
The love newly weds have in their eyes when they say the words “I do”, and seal their lives together forever.
The love a grandparent shares with their grandchildren.
The love a girl has in her eyes when she looks in her boyfriend’s eyes and knows that he is the one she has been waiting for.
Through my eyes I see them joyful.
Even people who are different have someone to love them for them self and not something they could be or should be.
Love is something all people can not live without.
Knowing that someone loves them keeps a person good through out the day.
I see a world where depression lies and death is coming.
The kids of the elderly, who are one their death bed.
The depression a parent has when they find out their child has a dieses that they cant live through.
The look on that child’s face knowing that there will be a day that they will never see their parents again.
The depression a kid goes through when they are treated wrong and feel like they have nothing worth living for.
Through my eyes I see the world’s pain and death.
I see the ones who threat to take their lives away.
I see the ones who are on their death beds.
I see the ones who need God the most.
I see the ones who need to be prayed for.
Everyone hates someone.
They hate you, me, him, her, anyone.
It’s for stupid reasons most of the time.
Someone’s appearance, skin color, religion, or weight.
It doesn’t matter to the people who hate them.
Through my eyes I see them hurting.
The ones who are being hated for things that make them, them.
Through my eyes I notice this.
The people who are Outcasts, Goths, Emos, “Losers”, are the way they are now because of how they were treated.
I also see a world full of love.
The love a mother and a father share when they have their first baby.
The love newly weds have in their eyes when they say the words “I do”, and seal their lives together forever.
The love a grandparent shares with their grandchildren.
The love a girl has in her eyes when she looks in her boyfriend’s eyes and knows that he is the one she has been waiting for.
Through my eyes I see them joyful.
Even people who are different have someone to love them for them self and not something they could be or should be.
Love is something all people can not live without.
Knowing that someone loves them keeps a person good through out the day.
I see a world where depression lies and death is coming.
The kids of the elderly, who are one their death bed.
The depression a parent has when they find out their child has a dieses that they cant live through.
The look on that child’s face knowing that there will be a day that they will never see their parents again.
The depression a kid goes through when they are treated wrong and feel like they have nothing worth living for.
Through my eyes I see the world’s pain and death.
I see the ones who threat to take their lives away.
I see the ones who are on their death beds.
I see the ones who need God the most.
I see the ones who need to be prayed for.