Poetry

Why is I’m made out as the bad guy?
I’m not a bad guy. I am good!
People like to stir things up,
make out I’m bad,
make out that I’m a cheater,
make out that I’m the worst thing to walk the earth,
Im not.

I am the victim, aren't I?
the one punished by other peoples jealousy and greed,
the one to get hurt,
the one who’s life falls apart,
I’m not the one to come out better.

Why is it when people see happiness they are hell bent on destroying it?
I see happiness, I let it grow,
I see wrong I fix it,
I see people who hurt,
I see life as nothing.

Why do people not think for themselves anymore?
I am one,
I am the person who take on peoples ideas,
I am the one that takes what peoples say with a pinch of salt,
I am the one that fends for my self,
I am the one who only asks for advice,
Am I?

Friendships should never be the source of your wisdom,
It only causes pain,
it only caused grief,
it only upsets people,
its never what you want,
its what others want…

Sums up my life atm.