WHY
why tis' the world so bleak?
the oustider is no different than you,
why is life not meant for the weak?
what about the lost person who hasn't a clue of what to do?
Why do people through hate speeches at one another?
why do we not stand against bullying together?
Why do teens encourage fights at school?
Why do people use the words stupid and fool?
Why do we have questions?
Simply because someone has an answer to our wondering minds,
why are we sometimes terrified?
why do we just run and hide?
Why is the question is it not?
why is what we must ask ourselves,
why is the world a cold dreadful place and not hot?
Why tis' there so many questions left for us to wonder about?
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Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.
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