In a world that forces us to look through rose colored glasses I removed them and was shocked at what I saw I saw quite a sight an old man with no shoes upon his feet little children living in poverty and playing in the glass covered streets a teenage mother selling her body to provide a roof over her head a crack dealer shooting a client in his own bed my rose colored glasses must be defective cause I can see all the objectives to the unhappy world the world the society tries so hard to hide the slums and the grief stricken mothers who weep over their honor roll children buried on fifth street cemetery dropouts working for minimum wage just to get buy I don’t know about you but I would rather close my eyes and be blind to the most obvious put on my rose colored glasses smile and ignore the pain of everyday life
Reason for writing:
just thinking about all the shitty stuff :(
Birth sign: Aries
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