I cannot decide how I feel And I know this poem is going to **** more than listening to bad singing But I just need to word ***** Life is a complete **** show And yet we keep trying to improve it Trying to improve ourselves Fixing the mistakes of the past, Or making them worse.
At the end of the day, There are still people that are sad There are still people that are mad There are still people that hate There are still people that make me wonder what could make them see the world the way they do.
But yet, I love living Because I love myself And I guess what I am trying to say is...