Why must we be critisized for what we believe in?
It seems no matter what we do,
whether it be good or bad
people will always make you feel bad about yourself.
All we want is to be loved,
but people cant see the inne beauty.
If the world were a perfect place
then everyone would feel secure and feel loved.
But that perfect world if just a figmant of imagination.
Why we cant live in the worlds we dream of
were friendship is everything
and evil is nothing.
Where is my perfect world?
My refuge...
 Bakura240 · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 10:35pm · 0 Comments |
