What does this world mean?
What does it mean to you, to me?
Why are we put here, for what purpose do we have to fulfill.
Are we here to love?
To see, to find, to explore?
Are we here to make money, to have the most in the world?
To compete, to be the best?
Why are we made so different but if we are not alike we are unwanted.
Why do we need to be made like an angel and if we are not we are called demand.
How can you show yourself, when your insides won't show out.
How can you hide yourself when there are a million shadows haunting you?
Why are we made to feel? When they make you feel like acid melting you inside?
Why did I have to be made me when its the hardest to be?
