this world is beautiful?

this world is beautiful. is it, though? my older self seeps in and blocks out the little girl who held hope for this world she would call home. look around this world is nothing but misery and agony that engulfs and swallows us whole. this little girl that had such bright and vibrant light that was surrounding her and protected her diminished into nothing but a smile that is Upside-down imposing as a frown. this world is beautiful? it is no longer said as a statement but rather turned into a question that some will give suggestions of their own opinions. this little girl no longer thinks this world is beautiful, for it destroyed every light that was beaming within her.