Its Life Poem by Krantol Northic

Its being misunderstood, people making you out as someone you are not.
Its feeling lonely, with no one to talk to.
Its feeling angered, emotions boiling.
Its being lost, not knowing what to do.
Its what we hate, not something we love.
Its feeling bad, not euphoric.
Its feeling sinned against, but yet having to forgive.
Its knowing you're right, yet admitting you're wrong.
Its knowing you're sinning, yet you sin.
Its backing away from the truth, denying it exists

What is it?

Its life.