Fake

by maria   Jul 21, 2008


The past is the past
so many things left behind
its like you left in just the nic of time
so many people you thought were friends
turn out only to be pretend.
such a hurtfull little lie
will make you crumble
will make you cry
and yet you still wonder why.
they left you to die
everyones so fake
everyone just wants to take.
what little you have left in you
leaving you all black and blue.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Robert Anthony

    I can agree with this poem, Nicely done! 5/5