While I want for happy,
seems all I see is sorrow.
If I could push the button,
we'd all be gone tomorrow.
Were a world thats full of liars,
and selfish petty thieves.
All we ever do is ask each other,
what of me.
Plan a way to be on top,
to have the pride to boast.
Believe me if I had a chance,
I'd turn us all to ghost.
I'm sure that has you read these lines,
your thinking thats not me.
But while your looking in the mirror,
do you see what others see?
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-see-9/
