I Found a Cure

As I see the world, I see it sick.
All the lies about change are all just a trick.
Though few in this world have the curse to see,
The only one I know who can is me.
I look out and find only sorrow and pain,
The tears of the lost and dead fall like rain.
I pity the world as it wastes away,
Wishing I could man up and say,
That with all my faults I truly am sure,
That through a distorted lens, I found a cure.