Life

Sitting in my room
Looking up at my plain white ceiling
Thinking of the world
And why are we here
While being a teenager
All we seem to care about is the drama in our short lives
But with all the hatre in the world
What is the big problem
Puppy love, losing a cell phone, Losing the one you apparently "love"
Nothing is that serious that you have to cry about it in Middle school
Now with people dying overseas & and us losing all the trees
What will the world be coming to
And while we cry over nothing of importance
You can look at the ceiling and say
" Why am I here & what is my purpose?"