Another way of seeing

When I was a little girl,
I used to think my life was great,
I had loving friends and family,
There was never a debate,
But then I grew up,
And I used my eyes to see,
Everything wasn't right,
It just wasn't meant to be,
This world isn't perfect,
I figured that one out on my own,
But I just thought I could make it right,
But now I've grown,
But how can I just stand here,
Watching everyone cry,
Seeing parents divorcing,
Even younger children die,
Just because of this world,
The world of no love just hate,
I found out I couldn't be happy,
I guess that that is everyones fate.

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