The Window

As I was growing up, I'd look out of my window,
I saw rainbows, morons who'd chase butterflies,
retards who played on swings and enjoyed the sunshine.
I didn't like the sight
so I shut the window every time and locked myself up
in the darkness with my mind.
Now through the broken windows,
I see only pain, misery and malice
Alas! Now there is nowhere left to run,
the world is just as dark as my room.