Poem contest

My friend wrote this poem for the poetry contest going on at school, I love it but she wants some non bias views since I'm her best friend ... So here it is

Life is but a fickle thing,
That one can not describe.
A miracle that happens daily,
And continues to survive.

But amongst survival comes decisions.
Choices critical to our  lives.
Some cause joyful leaps of excitement
Others desperate torn cries.

Every day is a struggle.
The struggle to survive.

Life is given so easily.
And taken away without difficulty
Even the best can be corrupted
A heart of gold traded for evil beauty.

There's no one to blame but ourselves.
We all have wills and our own mind.
Yes sometimes they are twisted. 
And we act without looking behind.
To only stop and wish that time could rewind.

But life is full of wonders,
Yet also full of horrors.
People are such lovers
Yet they are such haters.

How you choose to see life is up to you.
And only you can see this view.

But even though what you choose to do, is choosen by you.
If effects so many others, so think before you do.