What is Life?

Palms sweaty, knees heavy

Running for miles and miles

Trapped in a tunnel with no vision ahead

Walls enclosing near me

Claustrophobia is what I dread

As I believe I will never see the light again

 

That is life

Good things turn bad all the time

Looking around for hope yet never find

But sometimes it’s just all in your mind

Your body, you face, you hair

They’re all perfect because

At the end of the day

No one defines perfect except you

 

No one gives you hope

Not friends, siblings or parents

No one can change your perspective

You are your own friend, so embrace it

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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