I See

I see the world differently.

I grow taller and everything is smaller,

But truly the world seems bigger

And badder. The world is a mess.

How can I do anything to make it better?


I see the world as one.

I can only view the disasters

From my part of the world,

But I still ache and grieve

The desparate change unwilling to take place.


I see the world as growing too.

I have gotten older and more cynical,

But I have also seen people come together

To help one another in times of struggle and pain.

I know we can do better, and we will.


I see the world as the place we can make it.

I see the world now that I have grown.

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741