There’s A World Outside My Own Poem by Stella Andrews

the world is something i cannot comprehend
i cannot compare its size, its volume
i cannot imagine that there is a world,
outside my own.

Can you beleive that at this very moment someone is crying?
someone is being murdered.
Taking their last, breath and glimpse at this world i am in.

Someone is closing their eyes wishing for death,
to end their incrurible hunger.
Theres someone holding a gun to someones head.
In their mind they have perfect reasoning for this.

All this is happening,
but i cannot understand it.
I cannot feel it,
touch it,
hear it
I can only understand me
my own life
my own world.

So am i selfish?
I am ignorant,
should i be ashamed?
I am ungrateful,
and self endolgded.

And i don't want to be any more,
starting now.