Outside by Cynthia Chen

The sea, azure and holy.

Piece of picture lying on ground.

The wave comes to me,

With creature staying with it.

What is sticking with it?

It’s my heart, ready to move with it.

The sea, the sea.

Such a beautiful place but no one’s concerned about it.

People throw trash into it,

Somebody hates it.

People waste it!

The sea has a sign,

With no hope,

Why do people bully me?

Why do people waste me?

What can I do?

People hate me,

they throw trash into me,

they kill my friends!

We’ve been trampled by human,

They don’t preserve us,

They hate us.

I become angry,

I want to destroy the world,

I become brave

To hate the world,

To destroy the world……