WHY

They said i couldn't

I wouldn't

I can't

Someday I'll be old 

And eveyone would hear what i told

That im not just a big ass pile of mold

I really could't take the your nothing

That you'll never do something

Your such a dumb little thing

No one told me it was going to be this hard

That luck was exaclty like playing cards

Just stranded their, looking for help in the churchyard

But life will be a piece of pie

Some day

Life will not have lie

Some day

But the question is to ask WHY

Some day

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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