Book of Poetry

Perfectly imperfect

Why have crimes become so perfect,

And, the said to be perfect law become so flawed.

Why does the life of a person end up in smoke,

Was it because their feelings were taken as a joke.

Why are lies wearing the clothes of truth,

While the naked truth is being ignored by the eye.

Why are the innocents being punished,

While criminals enjoy and flourish.

I once thought this all was not what I caused,

But I am to be blamed for it all.

When one's wings were being cut,

All I had to do was lend a hand,

But all I did was sit and wave my hand.

Our past might not be something we can change,

But our future is something we can,

But this depends on what we do today.

Or our every decision will make us pay.

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I really want to run away from all these troubles, even if it's just for a day, I am ready to give up anything, as long as I am free. I will run, run, and run. Because that's the only thing I know, And the only thing I want. I don't want to find happiness anymore, because I know I will never find it. I will give up my hope of obtaining happiness, and live my life today to the fullest.No matter how much I try I will miserable and alone forever. Because this world is only endless sorrow...