There is just one question,
I’d like to ask.
Sometimes I beat myself up about it,
Wondering what the right answer is.
There is just one question
I’d like to ask
I look at passing people
Wondering if they hold the answer I’m looking for
There is just one question
I’d like to ask
I look at my classmates’ in awe
I’m pretty sure they have the answer
This is the question
I’d like to ask
Are we humans?
Or are we dancers?
Dancing to the drum
Society is beating for us.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt
PoetryThis a collection of things that happen to me. All of this is my own work except from a few poems that have song lyrics,that I've twisted. Read and enjoy!!