Where to begin?
When Almost everything is In the wrong.
What is there to do, what is there to say,
What's the fuck happened to humans.
Their way of life, the society.
No different, then the savage beasts, that live among the wild.
We are the wild. We are the evil. We are the most toxic thing to live.
But There's no way it'd be admitted.
We made the wrong, we did.
We are destructive more than we know.
To a place we call earth. To the place and people we call home.
We have been given the greatest gift of all.
But we truly have taken it for granted.
It's not enough and we hunger for more.
But There is no more. There is no having anything nice.
We can't have it and we can't keep it.
We're given law and order.
To have rights, choices and to be equal.
We find a way to make the worst of it, sometimes.
But things are ripped away from others.
And We've now created War on each other.
What the fuck is going on? What have we become.
What is this and what is life?
It's all a bunch of bullshit.
The good get the shit end of the stick.
Hardworking, to the point of bleeding hands and feet.
Never stopping, continuing to put up a fight,
From those who are cruel, disrespectful and wild.
No it's never fair.
Gender against gender.
Race against race.
Religion against religion.
Human against human?
What have we become.
Why do we cause so much hurt.
We're the bad guys in the end, no matter trying to be the good guys.
It's as hard as getting cleaned from our oil spills in the ocean.
Getting free of our sleazy waste.
We can't survive against one another.
If only equal; if only together.
Imagine All the good that could come from it.
Equality and peace is the dream; that doesn't seem possible, to reach.
If we didn't create a problem, there would be no reason to have to fight for a solution.
And be praised; for such ridiculousness.
We are our own hero's in return we are our own villains.
Life seems to be an Endless, vicious, cycle.
No nothing really matters. But in the moment everything's important.
We live on in the memories of others, in videos and pictures.
In the end we may destroy the planet.
But if you have the choice, the opportunity;
Be sure to recycle.
Be the better person.
Do a little good, and create some good change.
Fuck, get a little high. And we can all have a smooth ride.
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Emotional Frustrations
PoetryThis is my First Book. Filled with; my raw emotions, many metaphors and similes, mostly poetry and little bit of short stories. Hope you enjoy it! ♥ * The only art work I claim is the first front cover. same as chapter 2 ( photography work.) :D for...