Why

• Artist: MrAlexD
• Description: My first poem. Please don't copy. Enjoy it or else!!!
  Comment if you can figure out the meaning behind the poem. I did not mean to ryhme on the third stanza.
• Date: 05/26/2009
• Tags: pain grief sorrow sadness emotions

Why?

As I was born, I was inocent.
As I grew, I saw the world for what it was.
As I viewed the world, I pondered why.

Why do people live the way they do.
Why do they hurt the people around them.
Why do they force discomfort and pain on others.

They live only to cause suffering.
They can not live with out causing pain.
They will go insane, with out causing pain.

For once they stop, they grow wise.
For if they stop, they learn to stop sorrow.
This is not all that learn and grow wise.

This is life.
Why?

Comments

[Acire Osor]

Not bad, not bad...

[Retarded Ardvarks]

I LOVE IT KEEP WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[HTOB]

ok it could use a little work

[Halick]

;3 not a bad poem for ya first one, i get it, the whole why thing. Why is anything anything why is the number 5 shaped like part of a bridge?

[MrAlexD]

Ohh so close. The last stanza means that once you grow up you are hopefully nicer.

[Vexed Fire]

Ooh I love ripping apart poems to the real meaning.
SO. Lets see.
Mr.Alex was born innocent and untainted from the modern world we know today. From the people and peer pressure and the toxins, the drugs, the drinking, the violence-- You wonder why the world is this why. Hence the last stanza.
This is my life. Why?
Whad now b***h.