Why is the world so evil,
and full of evil thoughts,
where's the greatness and kindness,
that we had been taught?
Why do people moan,
about how bad their lives are?
there's always an ending to sadness,
even though it may seem far.
And why does love seem so great,
when its starts,
but then when it ends,
everyone seems to be left with broken hearts.
And why am I afraid,
of letting my real self be known,
why am I afraid to shine,
to show people how much I've grown.
And why are these thoughts,
running through my mind,
excitement, happiness, sadness, anger,
my thoughts all one of a kind.
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