We're All Thieves

It's true; whether you've robbed a bank, someone's innocent mind, or boyfriend/girlfriend. We are all victims, accomplices, or leaders of these acts. You can steal someone's heart right out of their beating chest. It could be physical, or it could be mental. We all at one point have robbed someone or someplace of something. Life can even be a thief, it steals friends. It turns them against you at your own will, slowly trying to destroy the little piece of itself that you live. The piece it has once given you, only to snatch it back without a second glimpse. People are robbed of happiness, an emotion one solely thrives to feel. I've robbed myself of dignity, always trying to do what other people want me to do. How am I supposed to believe there is a God if we live in such a cruel world? That's why I just can't.