Why?

Why look at the bad

Just because the good's standing behind?

Why take time to be mad,

When happiness is what you want to find?

Why fold to stress

When patience will mold you a better way?

Why succumb to sadness,

When you are awesome every day?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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