Creativity641

When someone is sick, we say they're on Death's doorstep.

But aren't we always?

People always act like we're so far away from death.

But really we're not.

Justice must be served.

The man who shot her must pay the price.

Doesn’t matter if he was scared or not, she didn’t deserve this.

Nobody does.

That man needs to be brought to justice.

Who am I?

I don’t even know anymore.

I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

Yet, I’m still that person.

I’m both at once and neither.

So who am I?

We broke it.

We broke international law.

Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.

For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?

Breaking it is wrong.

Our country is a criminal now.

Gentle as water sliding down your face,

A voice like a bell.

A smile as beautiful as a rose,

And as strong as an eagle.

Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.

Hair like a sunset.

Every time I open my eyes I see a different world staring back at me. 

Sometimes it’s beautiful. 

Sometimes I hate it. 

Lately, I've seen more hate than love.