I look to the world,

And feel burdened

By life that clings, difficult to shake off.

I look to my city,

And feel enslaved

By copious opportunities, experiences.

I look to my community,

And feel destitute

By full bellies, warmth.

I look to my school,

And feel tormented

By knowledge imported, gain.

I look to my friends,

And feel persecuted

By helpful concern, attentive ears.

I look to my family,

And feel abused

By love-filled actions, faces.

I look to myself,

And feel oppressed

By open perspectives, unlimited.

As I close my eyes,

I'm reminded

Of silver linings in darkened skies.