Children

Children scare me with how they are
Always so loud then when quiet they raise alarm
Never satisfied with what they have
But if they don't get that then they'll be sad
Some are spoiled rotten to the core
While others wish for something more
Something more,something better than what they are
Sometimes they wish to be somewhere far
Far away from all their troubles
But what troubles can some children have when life is yet to begin, they have all the troubles that we have because our own greedy sin