Pain

One day in an after-school program, I sat down in a big comfy chair and just started to write... I think i was in 8th or 9th grade

Thanks to all of human kind,
I am going to lose my mind
Nothing but war down to the core,
It's all making my head sore
People think crime and murder is a game,
Just for the world to know your name
Treachery and being cruel,
They are both against the rules
Don't see it has to stop,
To clean this up will take a large mop

Author's Note

Please no critiquing. But analyze if you wish.