burrrnah

Nightmares

I pour my heart into this poem

And look for the meaning of life

The rich and powerful always prevail

And the less fortunate strive through strife

Mistakes are made to be forgiven

We are to young to stress and suffer

The path of purity and positivity

Has always ridden rougher

Your insatiable desire to find perfection

Has made your faults magnify

Curiosity can take blame

For the evil that makes you cry

It isn‘t a good feeling when you disobey your heart

The nightmares haunt your soul and

Your nerves are ripped apart

[you think you know but you have no idea]