Bad Things

I'm devistated about the war and the pain,
And how everyone always stays the same.
People always bawling in the rain,
From people expressing their selfish games.
People are hurt for attention and claims.
The ferocity of people, it never wanes.
The wails of the people driving me insane.
Sometimes I wish everything was plain.
I wish people's insecurities could be slain.
Living in this world is like living with a virus or strain.