Life, like chemistry is pure hell,
when I read chemistry to make me understand,
I just see letters, no words to understand,
just the question remains known.
Just like my life,
loads of little letters,
little clues to the true answer(s)
but the letters bemain but letters,
and the answer(s) remain unknown.
I fight the thing that is like mist,
nothing there but something there,
except my mist is called confusion,
and its only seen when looking for answers,
answers that play hide-and-seek,
within my mist of turmoil.
Why does my mother only love me,
when I am little but a ghost?
A shadow of myself,
trapped and truely lost.
Why does she not see my tears?
Why am I so lonely? Why am I on my own?
When no letters grow, why so persevere?
The questions are so many,
the clues so small and few...
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After writting this, I did some chemistry, and understood it all...does this mean there's a chance I'll understand this mystery called life?????? :-)
