Wrote this poem when I was 16, the age of a beginner and a novice at writing but couldn't leave it out. So, tell me what you think.....here goes,
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Having dreams is not the same as wanting them.
Running away is not the same as giving up.
Living life is not the same as having one.
In reality, everything is there. Nothing hides.
But in this world,
Everything is wrong.
Anything may be revealed for the bad.
Sometimes, it feels like a struggle that will never end,
A road that entails the misfortune.
Right inside lies the innocence and the positive,
But outside, there expresses the guilt and the negative.
When will this life ends?
When will these tears be dried?
Questions keep coming,
Answers keep backing away,
Standing alone behind. No one understands the equation.
What to do to motivate God's creation
Or just for the better, resist certain temptations.