The rose that grew from concrete

Over you and over me comes
a day that's prone. I hate those
days I feel dark,alone it feels
like its the end, end of the
world!!why do people have to
be so cruel and litter?? Doesn't
anyone care like I do?? Here is
a question for all of us....what
are we??? Huh?? We..We are
killers killing the worlds planet
mother earth will be furious!!!
and in Tupac's words
"proving natures laws wrong "it"
learned to walk wit out having feet."
well even the slightest thing can
have a strong voice!what is "it"??
it is earth dieing because of....YOU!!
not me I care like I care with
family not me not he not she,
you that's who!!

this poem was made when I was ten! it was for a school project please comment