Kind Person

To that dirtied child, who was born into misfortune,

You said that they were “pretty”

In my eyes, watching from nearby,

they looked very unsightly, filled with pity

Taking innocent recreation in the suffocating greenhouse,

The one being taken advantage of is a frail child

With too much happiness to handle, my morals can be selective;

I quietly concealed my pity, and smiled

Stroking their head, and just telling them they’re a “good kid”

Like how you’d towards that child with that gaze

To be like you, so kind and compassionate

How nice it’d be if I’d lived that way and receive praise

The sight of others being unloved, at laughed at,

I felt relief on the other side of the window, staring

The one getting singled out, and left behind;

I’m glad that it wasn’t me; I’m not caring

Beating them strongly, and scolding them that they’re a “bad kid”

I’m different from that child so heal me

To be like you, so kind, how nice it’d be if I lived that way

How nice that must be, acting so free

I want to be kind, I just want to be pretty, like you

Just like you, I want to be kind

To be glorious, just like you

Not the one that is left behind