Hell?

this poem is just relvant to how i was feeling at the moment

How can we predict,
how our actions will turn out.
how can we know if is bad?
when the view of the world
is so obviously skewed.

Can we truly trust in ourselves
in what we do
how will we know
before its to late

What will we come across
if this truly is wrong
whos to say our world won't crumble
without saying we'll go to hell

How do we know if there is a hell
if no ones proven it to be true
how can there be a heaven up above
if all i see are stars
without an end

So whos to say that hell
can be found
in a place closer to home
a place were temptaion lurks
so irisistable

Especially when its dressed up
to appear so diffrent
so what is wrong in this world
unknown
do we hid it
or let it be shown?