Life is hard,
Life will pass you by.
Life is trying,
Life is painful.
Life is like a clock,
Ticking away.
Life is like an endless song,
Of pain and torture.
Life is taking,
Life is controlling.
Life is deteriorating,
Life is dumb,
Life is stupid.
Life passes by,
Life will hit you hard,
Harder than a thousand whips
Cracking on your skin
Leaving you ragged and ******
But life’s torture isn’t visible to the human eye.
Life is like a white canvas waiting to be painted on,
No matter what colors or patterns you try to paint or create,
they are changed to how society wants the picture to be painted.
Life has these expectations for everyone to follow there is no breaking free from the undeniable and strong grips of life, and the expectations it holds for you.

Just because I don’t listen that doesn’t mean that I am a bad listener,
Just because I like poetry that doesn’t make me a poet,
Just because I read books that doesn’t mean that I am smart,
Just because I am helpful that doesn’t mean that I am a goody to shoe.
Just because I go to the library that doesn’t mean that I am a book worm,
Just because I don’t do what I am supposed to that doesn’t mean I’m insubordinate,
Just because I’m confident that doesn’t mean that I am strong,
Just because I cry that doesn’t mean that I am weak,
Just because I give up that doesn’t mean I’m not passionate.
Just because I say I want to die that doesn’t mean that I’m suicidal,
Just because I tell my friends to **** me that doesn’t mean I want to die,
Just because I say the world would be better without me doesn’t mean that I am worthless.
Just because I act like others that doesn’t mean I’m not me.