Wasted Poem by Florida Angel

Because I can I suffer
I have eyes to see, legs to walk,
arms to hold, a heart to feel,
and pale thin skin to breath.

I was born perfect, beautiful,
accepted, fed, YES, FED UP!
I should have no reasons to complain,
Still I do, because I can.

I am a waste of time,
I see beyond, I feel for others,
I feel for the ones that don't have What I do,
I can see their struggle, I can feel their burden.

Still so many out there, that are physically handicap, but
breathing for life, for light of love,
And here I go mingled with the PERFECTS,
Complaining about little things...

HYPOCRISY, PREJUDICE, REVENGE, HATE...
W A S T E