Why are we here?
To be tempted,
Tortured,
Murdered,
This pointless waste of time,
Going nowhere,
When does it end?
Painful or peaceful death?
Is the only escape,
Some succeed,
Others fall,
World fuelled by greed,
By the people that rule,
Work like slaves,
For it to be taken away,
Why are we here?
To endure this torture.
Life Poems
I've glimpsed into worlds
I should of known nothing about, Until many years to come,
But it has made me strong,
And turned me into the person,
I always wanted to be.
I see my world,
Through water filled eyes,
Crystal clear emotion,
Fills my heart with sadness.
You ridicule me,
I can't sing,
I can't draw,
I can't do anything right,
I can't act,
I can't fight,
You ridicule me,
I already feel like nothing,
Let me tell you something,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of,
Can you do those things?
No
So why ridicule me?
You are nothing,
I ridicule you.
The feeling of no escape,
Blackens my soul,
Feels like you can't breathe,
Trapped in a world of lies and hate,
No escape,
Set me free.
Life is full of broken promises,
The world is ruled by hate,
It's the way it is,
The way it's going to stay,
Because no-one will change.
� 2005 Stacey Davis. All Rights Reserved.
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