Why?
Why do people just come and go?
And act like life is just some big show?
They act like they are the only ones that matter.
Until they are the ones being beaten and battered.
Why do people say things they don't mean?
And then act like that's not how it seems?
They think that by saying sorry they are forgiven.
That "it's just a given".
Why do we hurt each other?
When we're told to love one another?
They say that looks don't matter.
Yet they are the ones that judge and chatter.
Why do we have these emotions that can drive us up a wall?
Sometimes... I wish I never had them at all.
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A Girl and Her Poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote during different times in my life. Feel free to let me know what you think.
