My Diary Poem by umoh cyril

dear diary,
i've been thinking why is it that people do the things they do,
what drives them,
what is mans ultimate purpose,
why is it that my life is at the peak of demise,
what do people see that gives them the feeling of elationg,
my girlfriend even thinks i'm biased,
my mother thinks that i'm a fool for love,
i wonder why cant everything go unceremoniously,
why do people have to party,
why does the world have to tary,
there are much and many things that i haven't seen,
And my prayer now is that i never die a dumb matyr.bye for now