A/N: I'm seriously not suicidal or depressed. Just angry. Mediocre poem at best, I think. Better at short stories, but they're harder to write when you want to just say how you feel. I'll be fine tomorrow, but for now I… I don't know.
Why is there no exit from life?
Why must I be stuck in this body?
Why must I be commanded?
Why am I punished if I don't listen?
Where is the light in this dark tunnel?
Where is the song to lift me up?
Where is the respect I am due?
Where is true bliss?
How do I survive through this?
How do I learn?
How do I keep going on?
How do I take it this calm?
Who will help me out of here?
Who will treat me right?
Who will keep my spirit strong?
Who will lead me through life?
What is the purpose in life?
What is this anger around me?
What is this knowledge inside me?
What keeps it back?
No exit is here,
Mortal bodies are trapped.
Too meek, I must be,
Too harsh the command.
Light fades in dark places,
Song leaves in bad times.
Respect is hard in the best of times,
True bliss is nowhere.
Ignore the outside,
Observe silently.
Step by step forward,
Knowing better is coming.
Your life is your own,
Kind treatment is far.
Spirits bolster their own,
One must walk alone.
Many have asked,
Humanity surrounds you.
Knowing one will come through,
Knowing you're better.
So the tears, let them fall.
Bodies are unneeded.
Commands fall unheard,
Punished is suffered.
In dark places, light's brighter,
Song will ring out loud someday.
Respect will come hard,
True bliss can find you.
Confide in one spirit,
Watch others actions.
Sprint when you must,
Better is coming.
You can make life work,
You will be loved.
Your spirit stays strong and sure,
People gather behind you.
Secrets of life are meaningless,
Humans have follies,
Knowledge is power,
You can be better.
Life is unfair. Life is cruel. Life is heedless. Life is…
Life.