I Am A Stranger Poem by Meadow Poeticfada

Do we really know who we are
Why do we suffer and they say everyone is a star
We want to impress, why do we go through stress
And God created us the best, what is the quest.
We live like we don't live to die
When there's no hope how do we try
Land fetches you food, but someday land will eat you too
What is good for another may not help you through.
We all on different relay, you need to know where you stay
Never forget death will always come with no delay
Just incase, hold your fears tight with a little embrace
Not every time u will always win the race.
Don't read this poem with anger
It is written with no danger
The words are yours but I am the stranger.