I'm a dreamer

The world is a mess

I only my problems were limited to

being worried about finding true love.

Instead I am stuck in a world full 

of injustice and hate.

If only I was worried about what people

think of me.

Instead I'm worried about 

waging wars and underlined disorders.

If only I was worried about what to

wear when I go out

Instead I'm worried about my boss

f*****g my colleague and favoritism.

If only I was worried about

Gucci, Prada and shoes

Instead I'm worried about 

world hunger, freedom and racism.

Problems bigger than us and our eyes.

I have sleepless nights because of this

B.Botha

Author's Note

I would love some help regarding everything poetry, i have a lot to say but never really able to find the words. Criticize me please!