I look to all the laughing children,
not knowing what life holds.

I look to all the sunken faces,
disappointed in what was given.

I look to the young teenagers,
dazed and confused by whats come about.

Yet, when i look at myself,
i see a mix of feelings.

I see a love for the world,
the beauty in which it holds.

I see a love for the people,
not knowing their intentions.

I see a look of disappointment,
directed towards myself.

How could it be that children starve,
and people die and suffer.

And yet, i feel bad for myself,
because i am a dandelion among tulips.

Maybe one day things will get better,
maybe i'll see the rare beauty in myself easy to find in others.

But for today things are the same,
and that's fine for now.

Because things are changing,
but oh how i crave to feel infinite.