Life is something we have to figure out,
Its given to you but not put together.
Life is different from one person to another.
Some struggle, some go through war.
Struggle, war, thats how life can be defined.
Everyone struggles,
To get to college, get a job, sometimes just for a smile.
Then there is people like me,
Who "smile" everyday to hide the war scars.
Rape, suicide, fights, broke, guns, knives you name it I did it.
Not because I wanted to, some of them was to just feel accepted.
Then KARMA came through,
Just to get my license was a struggle too.
There is no need to say much more,
I went to war and I'm returning back,
with a smile that will never fully be sad.
I have my son
someone to live for.
Im making life something New,
Something to make like worth while.
Someday everybody else, no myself
Will see I went To war, but I came back with a smile.
- Author: Tiffany.A (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2018 01:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments1
a new start,a new reason,
life is what you make it,it`s never easy but it can be fulfilling
Thank you 😊
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.