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A really old poem about why I believe some people complain?!🤷‍♀️

Perhaps complaining

Is our way of escaping

We choose to run

From the truth

Rather than embrace it

We hide behind these facades

Hoping no one

Would notice

The cracks in the walls.

Instead of changing things

We keep it all the same

Afraid of what

Change may bring

Trying to make sense of it all

We are losing to the monsters

Inside of our heads

Nothing is different

Nothing is ever the same

Trying to do better

Hoping to improve

One day it may

Not matter

But today it

May be the difference

Between life and death

Live for the moment

Cherish it while you can

Your life and

Everyone else’s matters

So live it to the fullest

Because someday

It will all come to an end

Author's Note

Yet another one of my poems from 2019. My apologies for any grammatical errors that may be within the poem. Feedback and a title for this piece would be much appreciated.