Sometimes I wonder my life purpose here,
am I true or an illusion I made?
What would be if I were to disappear?
Would my choice to be absent be forbade?

Life is like a game, one wrong move you're done.
There is no hero to save you at last.
There is no price for making it to the end, none.
Because death gains and all is left for past.

I could live nine lives but, life is too brief.
It is just too controlled, too restricted.
But yet, I have time to forever grief.
If upfront I could end up convicted.

But yet I still don't know life's intention.
Should life start and just end with a question?

-- Mayra H., 9th-12th Grade