Why do we feel so lonely?
Even when we are surrounded by so many people…
Why do we always think the worst things happen to us?
We never spot to think how fortunate we are to move, think, and dance.
Why do we love to act like the victim when we are the criminals?
We love to feel sorry for ourselves because we think that if we do, people will feel the same way.
Why do we ask why all the time?
We do this because we love to blame every one else but ourselves for our mistakes.
Will we some day stop to think of our mistakes?
Some day we will be face to face with our mistakes, then, you will have to make the choice to learned from them or do them again.
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ALL MY LIFE -One poem at a time
PoetryThis is a poetry book that i began at the age of seven, hope you enjoy it. Please vote and comment that's the only way that I know you like them... and don't forget hit the Fan bottom :)
