Vita


She taught me to love because it was the right thing to do,but she also told me life doesn't treat you any better just because you're a good person. She said life isn't for the weak.we build character based on our insecurities and mistakes and we are lucky to be able to go through trials and tribulations or we would never learn.
“The perfect people are never perfect.they all give into the game life led us to”.They became prisoners to their own self built character.The perfect people never chose this life,they just kept pretending until it was reality. “Truth is none of us are perfect,only the people who are most themselves”. Everyone keeps an act.Sticks to an imaginary script made with their mind to keep them from dropping the act of being happy.Fulfilled
Happiness is a choice.Just like everything else.

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My poem is about life. Vita means life in Italian. Life treats people in different ways. Life is difficult and hard and this poem basically brings attention to the advice I wish someone had told me about life.ENJOY!!