Dear life
Your ways of making me grow are unbearing.
You’re cruel and cold-hearted for forcibly
Dragging me along with you to always clean up
The messes you make. For always making me
Believe that everything is going great after I've
Fixed your messes. Like the sun is up and glowing
Brightly on the sunflowers that bring joy to anyone
Who sees them. But when I think another day of
Darkness won’t appear, you creep from behind
And attack me unmercifully. Your ways of making
Me grow are bewildering and complex. I can't
Seem to comprehend why you allow such
Atrocious situations to happen. They say things
Happen for a reason, but I have yet to find the
Reasons. You seem to leave me unpleasantly
Clueless and that causes anger within me, not
Towards you, but towards me for not being able to
See what you see. You cut me little by little when
You hammer me with problems so unexpectedly. But after all you really do see things I can't see and
You allow situations to occur because you know I can Handle them. And though it's unbearing at
Times, I know that I have to stick with
You or else I'll lose myself.