A Swifties Poetry

and i'm still a believer but i don't know why

and i'm still a believer,
but i don't know why.
why do i believe in love,
when it never comes my way?
why do i believe in the power of god,
when i've hit rock bottom again and again?
why do i believe in humanity,
when it dissapoints me every day?
why do i believe in anything at this point,
when everything i thought i knew,
proved itself wrong at some point down the line?
i don't know,
but maybe it's what has brought me so far.
the faith, to prove wrong,
everything life has told me once.