The beginning of everything,
Mainly the hell on earth we call living,
The part of us that we have no choice but to accept.
Though you are able to make choices later in life,
You can't make those in the beginning,
No matter how much you cry and hide,
All you can do is imagine a perfect life in your mind.
When it's ending you'll never know the feeling,
Did it ever start,
Was it just the beginning of no end,
If only you were dreaming.
Was it created to be easy,
No,
It was created to give,
But happiness ain't guaranteed,
Especially when you feel a need,
Face the facts,
That's life.
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Small Book of Poetry
ŞiirThese are many poems I have made over the years that I have a fair amount of pride making, but I haven't been able to see lots of others reactions to these so please leave me plenty of constructive criticism and I hope you all enjoy!
