What is the point in living,
When we are all gonna die?
What is the point in living,
If we are sometimes shy?
What is the point in living,
When what people think will make us cry?
What is the point in living,
If we all live a lie?
What is the point in trying,
If we cannot be ourselves.
What is the point in trying,
If compared to giants we are small insignificant elves?
We try to be people we are not,
Just to get attention but is it even worth a shot?
We try to change for popularity,
When all it does is make us lose a sense of clarity.
One minute we are here then we are there,
Before you know it we are everywhere.
Online or on the web or on the internet, whatever,
Online for crazy things such as a stupid bet.
But even though people change and time changes,
We shouldn't just live to get likes from strangers.
We should be ourselves and not care about how others speak,
Cause' at the end of the day being ourselves isn't being weak.
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14/1/19
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poetry From My Heart
PoezjaThis is just some poetry I have made, regarding how I feel on certain things in society, a lot on my emotions and feelings when I've been down and some are just random on the spot poems that I thought up
