Why...

Why must life define our struggles, 

The battles, the wars, the grades,

It all comes down to power...

Why, why, why...

Must life play these games,

We live day by day in a world so judgemental,

Feeling inept is a consequence..

Why do others gain such strength from watching the failure..

The demise,

The unability to get back up...

I need the strength to get back up,

To rise again snd clear my mind,

Why do I suffer, when I'm the good,

I guess its true what they say,

The good is never remembered, but the bad shall never be forgotten...

Why is that?

Should I be bad?

Should I throw away my morals?

My beliefs?

So be it, 

I am done playing games,

I will rise again,

But why I am

I will never know,

Theres not much to love, Not much to see...

Or so I think...

Why... Why....

I do not even know what follows because..

WHY... is the million dollar question...