Everyone Has A Reason 

Into this world, we come.

In the beginning, we don't know why.

But as the young turn old,

We figure it out.

Everyone has a reason to be here.

If it is to teach,

To fight,

To love and care,

We'll figure it out in the end.

Nobody is a waste of space,

As some neglected people think.

Everyone is supposed to be here.

What ever the reason,

I know we'll help someone someday.

We'll save, love, care, help

Or mend a broken family or person.

In the beginning,

Some people are hated,

Some are neglected,

Some are even abuse.

Why? I wonder.

We all have a reason.

We don't know why at times.

The abused could save a life.

The neglected could be the most caring.

The hated could be the one to

Teach the most important lesson of all.

Everyone has a reason.

Everyone should be loved.

Even though we might be

Slow, dorky and chubby or maybe

Quick-witted, popular and thin,

Nobody is a waste of space.

Everyone has a reason