Real World

I live in a world where there is nothing but unhappiness,
No such thing as love or trust in a society of foolishness.
Why should I put my all into someone or something that isn't worth it,
My time will just be wasted upon a sea full of drama and acceptance.
I am accepted how I am because I am me,
I don't care or worth about others opinions you see.
What is the point of wasting my minds intelligence,
Some of my thought are found to be full of elegance.
A world full of hatred,
With no worries of being sacred.
Says that you are not afraid of the future but instead the present and past,
It is sad because everyone knows how lives can go fast.
Most of the time using words is a waste,
Sometimes people think and wonder how others can live in this place.
I will not get into depth about life's loneliness,
But if the world was to end who would you want to hold on with?
Is it the one you wish to spend continuous time?
Either way it goes,
You will continue to have friends and Foes.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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