Wasted Youth Poem by Michael Webb

We are born
To die
Everything we're taught
Is a lie
Believe in happiness
Or the beholders eye
For beauty
Is a cold shoulder
A shallow cry
Tears of loneliness
Fall from the sky
We grow older
And forget to try
Wasted youth
Falling in the trap
Of fallen soldiers
Not from bullet wounds
It's reality digging our graves
As we quietly lay
Hoping they'll be full soon
Waiting to die
Occupying time
If time doesn't exist
Then how long are we alive