Ok I'm one of the most synical (cynical? as far as I know it's with an S but not acccording to word...) 13 year olds ever who has grown up in a good family in canada. But here it is. It's not edited because I am the worst editor ever and it always sounds worse after I edit it.
I look up from my murky depths
Into the crystal sky
Chained to the ground
When I wish to fly
My vision tinted
To only see dark
I battle with it daily
To imitate my lark
The good deeds overlooked
The suffering stilled
A dozen lives saved
And one man killed
Leaving and living
My only intention
But forever silenced
While I hang in suspension
My hopelessness
My unforgettable losses
Cynical, pessimistic, scornful
Everything I know, from unjustifiable causes.
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