Mediocre Poems

i use to think...

I use to think things happen for a reason, which that reason may of led to a purpose

I use to think my purpose in life was to be all I could be and surpass all the obstacles that cross my path

I use to think a path is visible to not just me but to every person who is able to see what's right in front of them

Why can't you see?

I use to think seeing are just eyes, pointing us in the right direction

Seeing right from wrong

Can you see right from wrong?

or are you stuck into your own little world?

I use to think life was only for the living, if you didn't live your life then what are you doing with it?

I use to think that when death becomes of us, life is over and done

I use to think countless times when us as humans say we're done with something, it was over but no I was misunderstood

I use to think why do people cover up?

The answer is simple......we're flawed

Makeup doesn't change you......

being different isn't any better

You return back home...to do what?

Wipe it off right?

Back to where you were before you left the house

You know what people?

I use to think looks mattered

According to scientific terminology, its just another thing that takes up space

As I gaze around the room...... looking at things placed here and there

I don't have enough matter in my room to be making space for good looks

In the end, it's not real

It's fake

And you know what?

I hate fake people and that's not what I use to think......that's what I know