Scared?

The circle of life spins around,
Sometimes so fast, you find yourself on the ground,
People preform their daily meaningless tasks,
While the lonely walk about in emotionless masks.

You sicken me with your narcissistic ways,
Loving yourself throughout those lonely, rainy, days,
You love yourself, but not another,
Someone elses love you choose to smother.

We live, we love, we die,
We who choose not to love, but to cry,
Tell me to live my life like everyday is your last,
But if we die, will death be nothing but the past?

How was I to know I was wrong?
After I've thought about it for so long,
I finally realize I'm scared,
I hoped for a risk that I can never have faired.

We live, we love, we die,
We hate, we lie, we cry,
And most the time we don't know why,
But now is your turn to die,

"Are you scared?"
You continuously think that no one cared,
But now you reply, as the truth you finally see,
"No, why should I be?"