life

We go day by day with lost hope on the inside Dead but alive we strive for things that are not wise We see the media and go forth with who we are supposed to be But then everything changes and who are we to be Life changes into a world of things that we will never be Yet we kill ourselves trying and striving to see Who we are and what we want but yet what we don't need Why must this life make us mad why we must scream Aloud to the world that it won't make we Not our souls or our dreams not if we must be Who we are and what we want is not what it seems. Its the things in life that makes us and attempts to change. Our dreams.