Not sure if you can call that poetry but Id like some opinions :D

What brings so much joy ?
What brings so much hate ?
What brings so much love ?
What makes us, moulds us to who we are today ?

Life.
Life will never give you the best hand,
If it did then you're not human.
You'll have tough times in life and it'll leave you bloody, bruised.
Broken.
The strange thing about life is it doesnt wait for you, offer you a hand.
No, life goes on and its hard,
You'll find you want to give up but thats the easy way out, quitting.
You know you're better stronger faster.

As hard as it is you'll drag yourself back up and catch up with life and give it the finger and it'll ignore you.
Life is strange like that.

In the end what I'm trying to say is everyone has ♥♥♥♥ in there life some more than other,
But its the way we deal with it that matters,
Do we quit ?
Or do we come back a even better person than you ever were before.

Its weird how life moulds you,
For better or for worst,
Life is strange.

Hello there, I saw that you guys have poetry on your group name so I hope to chat with you soon about poetry or other things.