• Why is it that when we see a bit of hope and joy someone takes it away?
    Why is it that we feel so low that we have to beat ourselfs up even more for the way we feel?
    Why is it that this...all of this.
    The world, the people that walk next to us...
    Doesnt just turn on us?
    Why is it that act nice, but under it all we just want to rip each other part?
    Why is it that everyone, me, you, your best friend, just doesnt tell that person we hate with all our soul to get lost?
    Why do we hide feelings that could change our lives?
    Why is it that some have to have others sit with them?
    Why is it that this poem is asking stuff you may have never ask yourself, or anyone before?
    Do you know the answer?
    Now find out why your still reading this...
    Is it because you see more words that come one after the other?
    Is it because you think ill challenge you more, with dumb quetions?
    Now....how you realilized that now what ive done?
    Ive ask quetions that everyone should answer.
    Ive asked you quetions to see if you could relate them to yourself...
    Could you?
    Did you?
    Now good bye and think about these things...