Love, Hate, pain, it's all insane.

Love, Hate, pain, it's all insane,
so why is it that it crosses into our lane,
in life??

I hate hate.
I love love.
I feel pain's pain.
So does that mean I'm insane?

Love, hate, insane, pain,
it's all the same game that no one wants to play with.
It's the game that never ends and the game you can't bend,
into what you want it to be,
so now you see what the world does mean.

Insane pain is all around.
Insane love for those who shouldn't be.
Insane hate for those who don't deserve it.

Insane game is all they're meant to be,
an insane game to living life,
and so we wish that it didn't exsist,
but the possibilty of its inexsistence,
is hiding in the mist,
beyond the horizen,

Reviews

[nono]

OH! It's awesome! I love it! You did a fantastic rhyming job on it as well. It's really an amazing poem! I love the words you used really is amazing. And how you started the poem of really gives and idea about what's being read. Keep up the fantastic work!