You were made...
through the strengh and passion of the
two people you call mom and dad
you were made
to talk,
to live,
to shine,
to think,
but were you made to suffer,
to wonder if the decisions you made were right
to feel as if you were locked in a closet
to believe that love is imaginary
and it could never be fealt.
no, you were made to
believe upon these things
to wonder about the good in life
not the bad
but sometimes the world
is to tough on you
and you are forced to wonder
too much in the negative things
suddenly you become a person
who has no faith
or trust in anybody
the real world is tough
but i was made to
talk, live, shine, and think
also to wonder
that everything will
turn out good and that
life and my desicions will guide
me in the right direction.
top to bottom a great piece. i reall like the last few lines. i cant wait for you to post more. great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done, emotion with control, impressive...10+