What is the point of making money, if it doesn’t make you happy?
What is the point of being happy, if you get happiness by doing the wrong things?
What is the point of doing the wrong things, if you can do the right thing?
What is the point of doing the right thing, when all people can do is misunderstand?
What is the point of misunderstanding, when you can make your effort and understand?
But what is the point of being understood, if people cannot accept you for who you are?
What is the point of being true to yourself, when the world demands for something else?
What is the point of living in a world, where life doesn’t make sense?
what is the point of trying to make sense of life, when I’m not with you?
So I’ve been writing poems a lot as you guys can see and I want you guys to tell me what you think and share some thoughts, so please let me know through the comments if you have anything to say! I would really appreciate it (:
Have a good day, x