This poem was about my parents. I would get into trouble for attention from them because they were caught up in themselves bc of the recent incident. My father had cheated on my mother and that's why I speak of false love and some hopelessness for love itself. So I went into deep contemplation at night in my room wondering why man would do what he does to women. Inevitably I realized that focusing on the complexity of things would make me miss the joy of simplicity in life. The moral is basically that people are people and we can't change them. Also, I'll long for a truth that I know exists but for now I'll never know.

Wow this is amazing writing... can you explain what it means? It's really really good.