Things you wish were misconceptions.

I walk by.

I see them lying on the ground,

They are sad, they cry.

I walk by.

My heart starts to throb,

Guilt takes over me.

I walk by.

I wonder if I'm a hypocrite,

Or does trust not exist because of several stories?

I walk by.

I look at a kid,

young, maybe five,

He is smiling,

Although his clothes are torn and body weak.

I walk by.

I lie on my bed,

I'm sad, I cry.

I walk by. I walk by. I walk by.

In my nightmare, it echoes.

I wake up.

Tears still in my eyes.

One more day,

The same guilt takes over me

as,

I walk by.