Poezja

Between the lies I act surprised but really who am I,

to those who steer into my eyes are you my preacher

teacher or the ones sitting there waiting for me to

fall, whose role model am I; they look at me and

laugh because I'm working to acheive my lifes goals on my own, maybe this life

wasn't meant for me, whose wife was I destined

to be, it hurts not knowing if there will be someone

motivating me to succeed,

why isn't there anyone helping the weak, why is it

that I have to be the guide instead of someone

guiding me, could it be that life hates me, or is

he punishing me,

I don’t know, why don’t you all tell me, I’m just

wondering about those many questions we have in life.