Sometimes I wonder

Why is the sky so blue?

It all just fades to grey 

When the storm becomes new


And if emotions run deep

Would they scar visibly?

It must not be, 

Because there are no scars on me


Why are things hidden?

There is a certain veil

And quite frankly

It is very frail 


And if it is truly freedom of speech

Why are all things buried?

Is it really needed

To swallow up the truth, so unworried?


Reality is harsh

Reality is cruel

Reality is mean

And reality loves you


For if it did not love you

Would you not cease to exist?

Beneath the lapses of existence

And refraining from the chaotic twist


That is the downward spiral of morality.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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