This poem was made 3 years ago by a friend. It is basically about a girl thinking about her future and questioning her purpose to her life. She keeps on seeking her purpose by travelling through the world and remembering the past.
Why am I born to this world? To this family?
What is the purpose?
I ask my family, they said “You are born to do something good.”
What is that something good?
What change could I make in this world when the world is already changed?
“God has a plan for you.”
Then what is his plan? If he really does exist, what he wants me to do?
I am confuse and lost.
I see people who find purpose of their life, and why I didn’t find my purpose of life?
Why I don’t have it?
I ask a thousand questions and I don’t get the answer.
Travel around the world and questioning everything that has happened to me in the past, to find my purpose
Yet, I still don’t understand.
Why am I born to this world?