Once upon a time I was perfect. I was thin, I was pretty, I was liked by many people. Then I grew up. Now I'm fat, I have to wear makeup to even look slightly presentable, and I have literally no friends. I guess growing up is difficult for some, including me, but how come others get it so easy? I don't quite get it. It's unfair, but life's unfair. You work hard to make money then you spend it all on bills and necessities, to be left with only $1 until next payday. Now does that seem logical? You pay money to go to a place that teaches you pointless things and surrounds you in negativity. You are forced to learn things that could easily be acquired for free in other forms of education. You are forced to follow a path that was paved for you by the government and the adults around you, and if you stray from the path you are punished in ways that aren't even reasonable. Does that sound humane? Life may not be fair, but the people in this life are the reason for it. So maybe think about it. Take your own path. Get a job you enjoy and try to reach your goals. Do me a favor though, if you start your story with "once upon a time", end it with "they lived happily ever after."
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Poems.
PoetryIt's more than poems though. These are songs, poems, short little quote like things I made, etc. please don't yell at me if they aren't very good. I tried.
