dear world

dear world,
i've lived inside your stomach,
where nothing could go wrong
save ulcers that slowly eat away
our comfortable living room..
you shield me from the other regions
that experience much more pain
and you try and tell me I'm alone
when i question if i'm sane.

what is this place?
and what am i to do
when i discover people hurt
and don't have enough food.
and kill each other and themselves
and cry at night for loneliness..
what is this place?

.........idk.