Reality

Since I am in a good mood, I've decided to post another poem. I started this poem a few days ago and just finished today. This poem is kind of depressing (no surprise there). Here it is:

What's the point of living
If everything is planned
Where fate is unchangeable
And fun is banned

Reality is cruel and hard
It's never fair
It tries to put you down
Without a care

You have to follow the path
That was made for you
Everything you face
Comes with it too

Can't escape destiny
That you must meet
Can't dodge it
It can't be beat

Life is predictable
There is birth
With every death
And there is love 
With every breath