The World We Created Poem by Krissy Harris

What is love who can explain, feelings of happiness, joy, sorrow and so much pain? Life is so hard to deal with, everyday some sort of ugliness. Hate so thick, society a poison you breath in. Weariness worn more often than the skin on your back. Trust the one thing people now lack. Children abused, parents to caught up in the drugs they use. Values no longer guide the way we live. Everyone's else is to blame you say, for the hand you've been given. This world revolves around money and greed. Selfishness the hand that guides down a path that you can no longer see.