whats the point
of living this life
whats the point
of dieing
why do we endure
this pain
why do we endure
so long
how can there be
a god
why can't we see
him
who want's
money
when you can have
love
am I any more important
than a dove
why can't everyone
be pleasant
why do we ever
lie
why can't I just
die

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.