Stuck

by Cristin   Sep 2, 2006


Nobody ever has pity for the poor people,
We sit on the sidelines of hell.
Waiting,
Waiting for a chance to be seen or heard
Until a millionaire comes,
And ruins their lives
The glam was just a trap
To lure them into making the big man win
Gain money.
Some say only the lucky ones get out.

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