The Constant Struggle Between The Poodle And The Parrot Poem by Lucas Pate

Constantly falling down.
Constantly being knocked around.
Constantly breaking down.
God was said to create men equal,
You were deceived.
Your pain to happiness ratio is out of whack.
How much pain can one bare?
I hope you make it.
Five to one.
Those are the odds of you truly being happy,
For one single second.
He is said to be the father of us.
Why would he make his own child bleed?
Answer me!
I'm calling you out.
Why can't it be me?
She deserves to be happy.
Drowned me in a river of despair.
I don't care.
As long as it's clear as air,
I want her released from this.
Let her go,
Torture me.
Either way i will suffer,
But at least this way she will find,
The true meaning of happy.
I know you have reasons for this god,
But she means the world to me.
Hear me out...
Carry this out