Pain.

Why do we feel it?



Some days it makes you feel alive,

This is what gives a sensation of life.

But then again what is live,

And what is this that you call life.



Some days it's just another bane,

A gift of misery, brought by expectations.

But do you deserve it,

Do you need these frustrations?



Some days it's just another part

Of every moment that's passing.

And you understand its true meaning,

Just a little piece of your mind.