People Poem by Raluca Rodica Ratiu

Here I am surrounded by people
That think they can get what I
Don't want to give, and things are simple,
Well, people like this cannot just stop by.

How dare they ask, how dare they take,
And nobody else would do as they do,
Trying to fool, put a smile on the face, fake,
And not even ask the other 'where to? '.

Yes, people like this, are the ones that own
The sadness in life and not a trace of faith,
Their heart is all made of nothing but stone,
And their life often is full with just hate.