Why Do We Exist?

(First creepypasta/poem? Hope you guys enjoy!)
Why do we exist?

Do we exist to bring pain upon each other?

Through our actions and words?

To hurt the people around us.

Is that our purpose in life?

Or is it to feel the pain.

That the world creates for us?

Are we just toys that the gods play with?

Or is there a darker force at work?

That just sees us as puppets?

I do not know why we exists.

Nor do I know why I ask.

Will you simply accept your existence?

Or will you question your fate?