Why do we belittle others instead of being quiet?
Why do we set our hearts on feeling like the highest?
What's the point of hatred when we could let it go?
Why do we stick with hatred when it's niceness we could show?
Why do we try to fight when we could all just love instead?
How come we only love it when the fighting words are said?
Why ignore the good things as we bash on all the bad?
Why make others relive all the bad days that they've had?
Why do we make people want to cover who they are,
Hide their personality like it's an ugly scar?
Why do we make them feel like they have to be perfection?
Why do we have to make it known if they're not our first selection?
Why can't we just ask our peers to be our confidants?
Why do we take it from others when it's happiness we want?
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Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
