The Fake People Poem by Matthew Rousseau
The Fake People
People may pretend to care
And volunteer to work
But after work they turn on the cold stare
In their hearts hate is what lurks
I hate that kind…
So fake and selfish
Me and them think different in our mind
Good people are the ones who are selfless
I am no exception
I can be selfish at times
I cast a self-deception
My personality can be like wind chimes
It changes momentarily
And i catch it in the act
I cure my myself singularity
And change it back
In a world of fakes
Where people take for granted every meal
Where people expect bithday cakes
Dare to be real
Really good.. Actually it gives words to my feelings too...
wow..why does i look like a spam commenter....anyways..came back here to get the poem link..lol..again..great great great work!
this blew me away..been looking for such realistic life reflecting poetry..found it here..thanks..
You blew me away..wow....ive been searching for this kind of realistic life reflecting poetry..got me hook...sharing this on facebook
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Kiddo, I came to read back this poem...i notice a little typo-error of the word birthday..this is really a good poem though