Short Straws

Why does life deal us the short straws so when we try to solve our problems, we can to some extent, but there are walls?

If only I knew,

what it was,

that made people,

make such a fuss.

Because all my life,

I've been given short straws.

Trying so hard,

and following the laws.

We try to do things together,

but there are walls.

Nobody is at fault here,

differences and groupings are the cause.

You see me everyday,

doing more than I should.

When my life is better, funky fresh and cris,

you will ask me how the hell I got this?

Author's Note

The first half of this poem is an extract of a song that I wrote. It goes "People are acting funny when they see me. Like I go planning what I wanna go be."

I do not write poems, I write stories. I'm only submitting this as I didn't have to write it from scratch.

Cris is a slang word that UK people use to say that everything is all good.

Reviews

[Linear]

Cris a word i have never heard, though i have lived in this green and pleasent land all my life, but i did so enjoy your poem, it was well constructed and flowed really well

[Casper]

good meaning but boring

[Tate Morgan]

I like poems that get to the point thank you very nice

[The True Angel Of Sin]

I like this poem. It is short and to the point and the meaning is pretty clear.
Anyway nicely done
Your angel of sin
Angel

[India Brooks]

brilll :)

[Marie Harrison]

Cool poem! Who says you have to obey the laws, drawing out of the box is where all of the fresh air is. Lovely write. For someone who doesn't write poetry, you sure do a damn good job of writing poetry!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I think this was very nice. I think you are a nice poet. I think you should write both. I understand how you were feeling in this. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Kat Plunkett]

This is really good.((:

[indieRokker]

Stanza 1: Well don't we all just wish that? isn't that what makes us try to find the true sanity of others, trying to find why everything they has to have some sort of commotion, maybe it's what intrigues us to wanting to know,
Stanza 2: I know the feeling, we're given the benefit of the doubt, we can't channel how our life goes, but even so, it still scars us to try even as we fail.
Stanza 3: There are things that tend to block us from what it is we want, but we still thrust to what it is we wnat only to be pushed back down, but even as we fail we know that we shouldn't give up to easily, things that burden us are probably as you explained, it is the differences that and groupings, the labels and sterotyping the mostly differentiate us.
Stanza 4: It speaks for itself. No interpretation needed. I really like dthis whole piece it conveyed a huge message. Nicely doen. You have crystal words. (:

indie♥