Poems

Sunset

Like anything,
Why do people sulk when they are sad?
Why do people smile when they are happy?
Why does anyone feel the way they do?
I don't know is the answer.
The sun always goes down at night,
The sun will not come up because you tell it to.
The sun will go up...because it goes up.
It is no one's fault that the sun goes down.
Ask the sun why it rises and sets, the sun will tell you because it does.
And then you blame yourself because the sun has to set.
Because you thought that if you had done something different before, the sun would never have to set.
You ask the sun why it sets, the sun will tell you because it does.
Yet you still blame yourself because the sun has to set.
This is how the world was made.
You may be able to change things here and there, but you can't change everything.
Some things are just meant to be left alone.
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(A/N) This poem is about me being shy and having social anxiety and my mom partially blaming herself for it.

This is my first poem that I've written, I know it's not that good, but hopefully it will get better.

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