All the things we don’t do

(I pretty much never write poetry so I'm sorry if this is horrible but I tried my best.)

We all need our

Escape.

We all have our

Happy place.

We all have our

Wicked fate.

But yet we all

Choose to

Let it be,

And we choose

To not see.

We all have eyes

But we do not see.

We all have ears

But we do not listen.

We all have feelings

But we do not feel.

We all can speak

But we do not help.