A/N- this was very very very spontaneous, so it mite not be that good. Please review, no flames

My Life

What’s the point?

Why live in a harsh reality,

Where I can’t escape?

Why should I live,

If people look at me strangely,

And tell me everything that’s wrong with me?

I don’t understand.

My life

Seems

Dictated

If I have no will,

Do I have a life?

A soul?

A spirit?

All these questions pour into me,

And burn me

They burn my heart,

And my soul,

My so-called life.

Why live?

Because

My friends love me,

My sister loves me,

My family loves me,

I love myself.

A harsh reality,

Can’t be escaped from.

But can be changed.

All those people,

Help me make myself better.

That dictatorship,

A sense of loss of will,

Is just strengthening me.

Why live?

Because,

It is a gift.

The gift of living.