20 years of life
Taking up oxygen and making dioxide
I wonder what I've done to make this world any better
Have I added any more love to the world
Or have I caused grief and strife and negative energy
Wherever I go, leaving a carbon print of discontent
There are people that deserve to be on earth more than me
People who prayed for both their enemies and friends
That hoped to see the best in their fellow man
But I'm here.
Wondering.
Who have I loved, who's life have I touched.
Because, you know, sometimes I love people.
And when I do I love so hard that no matter what
they do it does not affect my will to love them,
They may not deserve it but I leave myself open
Exposed, to beauty and pain--
But it's almost always pain that comes from others.
And yet I cannot stop loving them,
or maybe I just don't want to.
And then there are those that love me
That I could never appreciate
So it's a constant circle, a constant game
A losing battle, love, that is.
But what have I won in life?
What have I said, what have I done
that someone else hasn't already said or done?
Why am I here?
Wondering?
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