We Need Change

It's 2025 and people just, still won't change
If they don't want to do it for themselves;
Maybe they could change for the people around them
But then again, they are obviously stuck in their ways
And they refuse to change, so what's really the use?
I can keep writing these poems/songs until I'm blue in the face
But no one's even trying anymore;
To change the way of the human race
It is frustrating to me,
And it infuriates me so
Because I'm only one person, 
And I'm still trying my hardest though
But change comes from more than just one person
We need a total recheck with reality;
A total attitude conversion
Too many killings, too many children being abducted;
Too many animals and pets going missing, 
All of these things are causing too much diversion
It nearly cripples me on a daily to just sit within my room
And think about how times have changed, yet, haven't changed
And how the babies these days are having to grow up
In a world that no one seems to like, or want to be an actual part of
but no one seems willing to do anything;
To change themselves or to help others change
It creates a riot, a world wide panic,
A severe mental breakdown, with
Obnoxious outbursts and complete impulsive rage
If there's truly a God, then why doesn't he;
Let us live freely, let us live peacefully and happily
Because this depressive state of mind;
Is becoming too surreal and;
Smothering, in such a small mind/body cage
I know many people feel this way too;
But I guess I'm the only one brave enough;
The only one real enough to say something out loud about it
But that's all I'm doing is saying something;
I'm only just one person and that's not enough;
To actually do something about it
I'm a weirdo. I'm miserable, happy, but life in general?
I'm completely dumb founded and confused about it
If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm manipulated by it
My thoughts on how I would live my life;
Became very clear when I started to get disappointed
Ugh, like why does my point of view for my life
Have to be nothing more or less than deceiving?
I'm still here, I'm still hanging on, but barely
I'll keep writing about this and other things too
The only day my writing will stop;
Is the day when I stop breathing.

Stephanie A. Davis(Ludwig)
04/13/2025