A Poem (I was bored)

The sands of time slip through my hands,
I watch the memories fade.
Once I knew where to stand,
But a different choice was made.

I stare in the mirror at my reflection,
But it is so strange to me.
I wonder who made this selection,
And pain is all I see.

I walk these winding roads of lfe,
I see the smiling faces.
But everytime I turn around,
My eye is filled with disgraces.

The world is burning all around,
Yet I don't really care.
I want to fly above the ground,
I want to escape into the air.

Life is tough, thats what they say,
But there is no greater teacher.
Whenever I try to run away,
It only makes me weaker.

So why even try to pretend,
That life is great to me?
I want you all to understand,
It's not what it seems to be.