Perspective

I sit here and I sulk, for my life seems so hard
Everone seems to be trying to ruin my happiness
School becomes harder each day
My parents always howling to get a job

I try to lock myself in my room
Just make the rest of the world disappear
I turn on my computer and my stereo
Letting my self pity take over as I try to relax

After a while I get bored with myself
I try many things to end this torment
T.V.--Playstation--Snacks from my kitchen
But still I feel sorry for myself

I ponder things I could be doing with my time
If my parents would buy me a car
Or perhaps if they gave me money to go places
However, I stay in my state of self pity

I try the television once again
flicking through the same old channels
Re-run, re-run, commercial, re-run
Then the sad face of a child in poverty

I see a whole village of nothing but tragedy
One could count the bones on each child
Could also count the number with shirts on one hand
And all of my self pity suddenly falls away

I realize how much I have been blessed
These people however, have nothing
No schools to give them homework
Some without parents to tell them what to do

I wonder how many have ever even seen a camera
Yet here they are, being recorded
They have no cell phones or game boys
No fridges filled with unnecessary snacks

Now with everything in perspective
I start to feel guilt rather than pity
I cried because I didn't have everything
until I saw someone who had nothing