I'm so tired of getting trampled on and ******* by Life
Unless it was a woman, than we can alter that statement
Cause what guy wouldn't want that?
Not to be crude or tacky, but if somebody named their daughter Life
Then this poem has a reason to exist.
But as of right now, my ignorance and struggle persist.
I hope you can understand at-least the gist
Of what i'm trying to say.
I feel like this is a very out of character poem for it's content, but it's one of my favorites so far. I think growing as a poet even after writing over two thousand poems is a good thing.