Friday 3 October 2014


Sometimes we're too stuck up.
We think people aren't good enough.
Everyone has to have latest things,
Nothing up the best is good enough.
Sometimes people don't think.
They say mean things to friends.
We don't care who we hurt,
So long as we get our own way.
Sometimes I feel sad.
Who would have thought this.
I certainly wouldn't, but it is.
This is us, the selfish race.



  1. This is beautifully written... I love this Kat! <3
    The Journeys' of my beating heart

  2. Sometimes you totally say the words I wish I could.

    xx Nicole Rose

  3. Oh yes, how sinful and selfish our human race is!
    I love how beautifully you wrote this poem, it is wonderful!
    Keep writing, it's so lovely! I wish I could write as well as you!


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