My World

Mr world you make me sick

And these clocks I hear them tick

Tick tock driving me insane

Stupid boys play Stupid games



Mr world you make me sad

Yet sometimes happy and sometimes glad

I understand now that you revolve around greed

Your souls intolerance makes me bleed



Mr world when will you see?

The trouble that you are causing me

But there is that voice which calls me on

Saying things will change so please hold on



By Sinthu V.