Life's complication...

Life's complicated,
without any reason,
trying to understand it,
is just getting even.
we are just dolls,
hung up with strings,
the maker plays games,
just to make us sin.
it's got us a family,
that just screams out,
for not doing chores,
is what gives them doubt.
i hate socializing,
which no one understands,
as understanding me is something,
out of their hands.