Is it me or is it this world?

Is it me or is it this world?

This I wonder, the indifference of us both.

My heart set for kindness, but it is so cruel in its own way.

My mind set for understanding, but this world makes it so hard.

Is it me or is it this world?

This I imagine, a world so easy.

What makes this world tick? Is it the misunderstanding?

Why can't we just see eye to eye? Is it because I want it too?

I've always wondered why I'm so different.

I treat this world like I want to be treated.

Yet! I want to treat this world as it treats me.

I can't do it. That is not a part of me.

This is who I am but I'm scared because one day, it may make me sour.

That is not who I want to be nor become.

My being is set in place and is destined to stay.

Hopefully, this destiny will not every change.

Maybe I'm seeking something that may not exist.

Maybe I do not exist to this world in the minds of the masses.

But! I love who I am and will remain the same.

This is my world and I will surpass it.