It’s oddly beautiful
How everyone was there when I was born, but no one is there when I live
How everyone is always asking, but no one ever tells me how to give
How I’m sometimes willing to forgive and even forget, but I never heal
How everybody feels me, but no one knows how I feel
How everyone always tells me who to be, but no one tells me who I am
How my parents truly love me, but they just don’t give a damn
How I love every member of my family, but I don’t always like them
How I forget about God so often, although the only one who’s always here is Him
How time only runs forward, how the past has gone but will always stay
How human beings are not necessarily human, but still treated as if they were anyway
How oddly beautiful this world is
God, I wonder what comes after this life.