everything about life.
it seems complicated.
from birth to high school.
from friends to family.
from love to hate.
you grow up listening to people tell you, "everything happens for a reason"
but not everyone tells the truth.
all the good people die young.
leaving the bad ones on this earth to grow old and make horrible decisions.
we don't get an apology for everything.
we live off of lies and hate because if we didn't lie, we would all get in trouble.
and if we didn't hate, we wouldn't have friends.
there are no perfect people on this earth.
no matter how hard you try to be.
not everyone fits in with a certain crowd.
not everyone loves you, but not everyone hates you either.
friends will leave you. even the good ones.
family can leave too.
and this is where it doesn't make sense.
you hear people tell you they love you, but then they leave. why?
love means caring about someone beyond all rationality, and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you.
and when you love someone, you don't stop. ever. right?
you don't give up. because if you could just give up and move on, that wouldn't be love.
that would be some other disposable thing that isn't love.
so I guess there is no such thing as love.
because no human being could possibly care and give attention to someone forever.
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Harsh Reality
PoetryThis book is about society. Everything in this book is true in my eyes. It gives details on what life has come to throughout the years.
