I dont know the title to this poem
So, Its times like these that you begin the journey to freedom and happiness.
Some people must work to achieve this, while with others, its just part of there package.
They carry it around with their designer named clothing.
And those girls with the orange skin and thier fascists panties.
They dont know what thier in for.
Those stupid people, were afraid to look at what was best for them.
Instead they did what was "ideal" and "right".
Years later the twinkle that was in there deep blue eyes that everyone went crazy over, had faded away.
All that was left was grey.
Now, they are dead. what did they achieve with all that money and cockiness. nothing. that just proves why this poem is pointless.