fight fire with fire.

fight evil with evil

but doing it like that,

in the end,

won’t you just be fighting yourself?

People fear what they don't understand

and death is an incomprehensible mystery.

You can’t look past someone's flaws
and ignore who they are.
If you do, you look past them,
and then you’re not looking at all.

You are immortal until proven otherwise.

This is a poem, to all those like me
to all those who don’t suffer,
and who is just here to be

I have no big dream
and I don’t want much from life
maybe a good job,
and to die without strife

I will simply just exist,
and be happy and be sad
someone who won’t be remembered
because I’m neither good
nor am I bad

I am not unique,
I am not strong and I’m not weak

I am just here,
for a fleeting second of time
it doesn’t really matter
that I even wrote this rhyme

My purpose here will not vary
I’ve got none,
and that’s because I’m completely ordinary.

But when you cry invisible tears,
who will be there to see?
When you speak your mind only alone,
Is that not what you will be?
And when your heart is finally broken,
it was all because of those words,
that were never spoken

I wonder, sometimes why,
why do we wonder, why do we pry
into matters that don’t matter
and into places, we shouldn’t be

I wonder why,
why do we wonder why
when the stars will stay the same in the sky
even after we’re gone,
no one will even hear our goodbye
So I wonder,
why do we wonder why