Savages Poem by Brooke Moran

I am lost and afraid.
my world has come to rain.
it is bitter and cold.
I have a sore soul.
Things have been forgotten and left behind.
The world in and out is in an ugly binde.
There are things people just shouldnt know.
And if its okay for me to say I think I rather have the right to say
that history has been blown away.
We are savages to our own kind, even it does not show
The mirror is quite a foe.
It doesn't let you see everything. What happened to our insides?
Im affraid its only for the best.
Because as we know it, nothing will rest.