This is a poem i wrote not to long ago about how i felt about life in general. And it goes like this: Each and everyday is a pass, as everyday rises as a mass. Society is filled wiith corruption, as nothing seems to fade away in action. Appearence is what it seems, finding what's inside is in our dreams. Materialism is what people idolize, politics are to fantasize. The younger generation is filled with violence, as their hopes and dreams await in silence. Children spread disruption, as followers cause destruction. Mistakes are often made, learning from them will be the day. Relationships are drama, being single becomes trama. Cheating makes it right, depression come to fight. Abusive gets serious, as feelings get furious. Sex is pleasure, pain awaits in leasure. Protection seems un-cool, as babies come to rule. The world will be the same, as society is to blame. Any feedback welcomed..