Labyrinth

I’m beginning to realize
That a life on this world
Must be lived alone.

No matter how much you want somebody
No matter how well you think you know someone
There is always something to turn what you thought you knew
Into complete chaos.

When you think you know
And think you finally got it figured out.
The rules change
And you’re back at the beginning.

After the worst day of your life
You hope that everything will be better,
That things will go back to the way they were.
But there is no end in sight,
And the worst gets worse.

When the your best friend in the world
Stabs you in the back.
After the things that used to make you happy
Only break your heart.
And all you’re worth to the world,
Means nothing to anyone.
Being picked out of a crowd of unique humanity,
Labeled, and thrown into a flock of puppets.
When you begin to feel like your passing out love
On paper plates with plastic spoons.

It seems pathetic to hope.
After all,
What’s the point?
When the only meaning of life
Is death.

*dont you just totally love the title?? Is that not the most awsome word youve ever heard?? If you look it up in the dictionary it'll make more sense. Anyway, about the poem. I really like the way it turned out. Theres just something about it thats... way cool. I love the line "when you begin to feel like your passing out love on paper plates with plastic spoons." I was in the car this morning on the way to school and I thought of it and just loved it. The rest of the poem just kind of... evolved out of the first few stanzas. and now im just rambling on, so, I'm done*