True World

The Mobid realization of a teenager.

Closing my eyes
I see the world
So very clear
Who is false
Who is sincere

I see myself
As someone lost
So out of place
Trying to find a friend
Or even a familiar face

But all I see
Are the faces
Of hate, revenge, and greed
I search blindly
Sending out my silent plea

Take me from
This world I hate
Comfort my anguish and fears
Give me security
Wipe away my tears.