We are people
We have a name , and a skeleton that upholds our bodies
We find a career and we find hobbies
We wait for the world to give our name dignity and power
and our skeletons we decorate with flowers
We laugh and we cry with the people we consider friends
We spend our best years in relationships we thought would never end
We tend to do things with a routine
And sometimes we admire the worlds beauty
Some travel with world for themselves , and sometimes with the people they love
Although not everyone could be so lucky
some take a look at the world , and think how can peoples hearts be so ugly
There are many faces with different stories
Not everyone could be fortunate enough to decorate their skeletons
Some people had their decorations token away
The unfortunate wished that life was fair
But as always that was impossible
Their skeletons disintegrating, along with their hopes and dreams
