We waste our time,
with boys, magazines and makeup.
They waste their time,
with sports, TV, and girls.
What we all dont realize is,
there are other people in this world.
Other teens, just like us.
They don't have magazines
or TV
or makeup.
When they try to sleep at night
memories of their parents' death haunts them,
the way a souless soldier slit their throats.
In another parts of the world
another child is praying,
and not for the first time, that
his brother will come home with food and water.
Some other teenager in the world
is waking up at two thirty,
the same as when you go to sleep,
just so they can walk miles to the factory to work.
And here you are, listening to some city noises
cursing them for keeping you up at night
but you know it is not the noises.
You know it's because you are thinking,
thinking about him or her.
The one you have feelings for.
I'm sure you are wondering if they looked at you today or
noticed your new shirt.
STOP.
Stop and think of the other children of the world
and think of what they are going through.
Don't your 'problems' seem so much smaller?
Hey guys!! Well I have to say Our Creations and this poem are some of my longest poems because they are some of my opinnions and thoughts. Hope you enjoyed! Oh and thanks to everyone, this is now on #52 in Poetry! Awesome!
-Silent
