'Why' Poem by annabell callest

'Why'

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Why do they say that life is a game?
When it so clearly is not.


Why do they say 'Cool off, relax, '
why on earth should I do that? ! ?
When Lifes a jerk,
and slaps me every time I fall on my face,
and slaps me for each test that I do not ace!

Whats the point in trying when you aren't the best,
why do we work so hard if it's 'never perfect? '

Is it becouse we are people?
Or is about race, or creed?
Or is it just something that humans can not perceive?

Why do they say that love is a game?
If you can not suceed,
when all I have seen of love,
is jelousy,
and greed.

Maybe I'm wrong,
maybe I'm right,
I'll think it out tonight.

Saturday, February 11, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
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