so this sort of fits in with the last page about questioning life just in the form of a poem.
Why don’t we?
She’s worried about her future
Yet she doesn’t care about it
She wants to make something of her life
But she feels trapped
Trapped by life
What is she to do?
No one has the right answers for her,
But maybe she has to learn how to ask
And accept the answer they give her
Move on with life
Don’t let little thing weigh her down
But how when she can hardly keep herself from drowning
Wondering who could possibly help her
Wondering who would want to help her
Thinking what has she done so wrong?
Maybe it was distancing herself from them
Maybe it was all her fault
Maybe they haven’t done anything wrong
But what is thinking about it going to do?
When we have the power to change our lives
So why don’t we?