Nightmares
I pour my heart in2 this poem
and look 4 the meaning of Life
the rich and powerful always prevail
and the less fortunate strive through stife
MISTAKES R MADE be 4given
we R 2 young 2 stress and suffer
The path of purity and positivity
has always ridden rougher
Your insatiable desire 2 find perfection
Has made your faults magnify
curiousity can take Blame
For the evil that makes u cry
It isn’t a good feeling when u disobey your Heart
The nightmares haunt your Soul and your nerves R
ripped apart
