Life.
Besides the I,
what's the point of it?
It's supposed to be beautiful.
Life's supposed to be so amazing!
Life's supposed to be full of adventures,
full of opportunities, happily lived ever after.
Everyone's supposed to be honest, perfect. I think not.
I think the world is just a place to be judged, labeled, bullied...
You may think that for every bad thing, there's a good one.
You may think that under the clouds, there's sunshine.
You may think that tomorrow is a new day,
that today will be just yesterday,
that you'll get a new chance.
Well I think,
not.
YOU ARE READING
Identity I
PoetryA sequence of poems I made throughout the years. Just something to read when you're bored (I recommend "TIME" and "LOVE POEM?"). If you're looking for emotional, try "SLOUGH" or "ENDS MEAT."
