What a mess
Life can be
Is God really test
Ing me?

It may not be right
To hide behind a mask
But to stand to full height
Can be a difficult task

If 99% of people
Are so predictable
Why don’t we see the pole
We are about to run into?

We hear of the good-hearted
We know they do good things
They should be the role models and wanted
People we follow and of what we sings

But all the songs I hear now
What the youth today like
Are things they should not even know how
Is that not a good enough fight?

This stupid in-between stage
Leaves me questioning and confused
Sad, sometimes full of rage
Is it really worth it when it sparks a fuse?

Who knows?
I don’t
There are a bunch of shows
Should I throw stones?

This is unforgettable
Something I can’t get out of my head
This sucks and is so hate-able

Even after all the anger I let out
It’s still hungry and must be fed
I still got plenty to write about
Oh how you must dread!