Why Is There, What Ther Is.? Poem by lisa turner

why is there people,
why is there life,
why are you born and years later,
you pass on to a better place.
why dont you just go out that better place now.?
instead of being put down by people,
and gettibg hurt by others.

is there a reason for being born,
and making bad choosies.
going to clubs with your friends,
and getting girls knocked up.
and having nothing to do with the birth of the child.

droping out of school,
and having to set home with your parents,
because your too stupid to do somthing with your life,
finshing school,
going to collage,
making money for somthing you love to do.
living in a nice house with you family.
not worring about how your going to feed you family.,
and pay the bills.

why are you standing here?
why are you not in that better place?
is there a reason why your not in that better place?
are you put on earth for a special reason?
why are you born?
is there a reason?