Question Me

Is this what life is about?
The hurt and the pain?
people complaining
but there are soldiers still missing
so don’t question me

children crying
people dieing
is this what I was brought to the world to see?
please don’t question me

I really don’t care if you call me "s**t" or "w***e"
if you do its nothing important
its just a title
like "jock" or "prep"
whatever; don’t question me

the world is a mystery
even the smartest people cant figure it out
I try my best
but still; people continue to question me

nonstop fighting
everywhere you look
in school; on the news; even in the own comfort of our homes
I guess that’s what life is supposed to be like
but I don’t like it and I’ll rebel
so don’t question me