Life,
Such a beautiful thing yet filled with struggles,
Like a game meant to be played
The first stages with no worries
The teenage with constant cries
The adulthood eating me alive
And the end? Wrapped in lies
The fights over properties which seem more important than our lives,
We often lose ourselves trying to be what others like.
Their opinions that haunts us till we die
And the society which seems to have a sharp eye,
Drowning in their senseless rules
Obeying every command,
Forgetting who we truly are
Just to be what they demand.
Let us not regret this later
And let us fly with our wings open,
Let us make this life worth living and not depressing by....