My head spins in confusion <br />There is no right answer <br />You can do no right in this place <br />That people try to tell me is the world <br />This supposed world is more hell then anything <br />Where people die in pain and suffering <br />For no reason other then they were born <br />Children do not choose their parents or the race <br />Nor do they choose their place of birth or their families history <br />They are only born <br />In this hell that is our world <br />So why do people judge others by their parents or color? <br />Is it because they are just like that <br />Or is it because they are just to insecure and concieted <br />That they think that no one but people like them are good enough <br />To deserve food and love and respect? <br />To these people I have nothing to say <br />For you are not worth speaking to <br />My head spins <br />Not with confusion <br />But with hate for what has become of this world <br />That is more hell then anything.<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confused-155/
