The struggle i started ends here and now <br />I thought life was easy, cud get thru somehow <br />I thought they would understand how i feel <br />But they have forced me into a fake image, discarding everything thats real <br />Now m just the way they wanted, a replica of the millions of others <br />I am an image made of mud, hav got no real feathers <br />but in the end, as i've left the battlefield <br />These fake wounds neednt be healed <br />I'd surely ask god when i reach the pearly gates <br />If every moment i spend faking, <br /> what makes life so great? ? ?<br /><br />POOJA LADYLUCK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-makes-life-so-great/
