We all are born.
We all have to suffer.
We feel the same emotions.
And we all have the same world.Yet somehow.
Others have it rough.
And others have a luxury.Some aren't white and some aren't black.
Which causes fights and deaths in between.If we can't talk the same as the others then we are automatically an outcast.
Is this all just a sick game that somehow we have to survive in.
If so.. Why is it that the only option is death.. And we can't just erase what's wrong.
Why do we have to die in order to be finally accepted.Life isn't fair yet we have to make do of it till the very end.
Where people of all races and colors come to say goodbye and are finally unified.Yet you know that they won't be friends but just seeing everyone together is what brings you peace.
Why can't everyone be friends so that we don't have to fight for life.
Why can't that God who created us help us out instead of letting us die.Why do innocent people end up getting hurt while the killers end up with everything.
Why does money rule over happiness.
Why does nobody speak the truth and only accept the lies spoken about life.
We all know that this game is harsh. And we all know that this isn't going to end up well.
But for now.
Lets just smile and enjoy this sick and twisted game.Called life.
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PoetryJust a collection of thoughts on life. Some deep and some just stupid. I wonder if any of you can relate to this. If so then.. you know the journey we all are on.. in this game called life.