All The People Poem by Timothy David

I look at all the people
The people that I see
Trying to be like the people
The people on TV

Trying to be so sexy
And acting oh so cool
You think your looking like a princess
I think your looking like a fool

They tell you how to act
And they tell you how to talk
They tell what kind of clothes to wear
And they tell you how to walk

So maybe that's the reason
Why you are all the same
And you don't even realise
That you're the ones to blame

You think it's so important
To be visibly pleasing
All glitter and gold on the outside
But inside your black and freezing

And you think it makes a difference
If you laugh or if you cry
That TV show you're watching
Isn't truth it's just a lie

But still you wake in the morning
And turn on that damn TV
To see what's happened over night
Inside your warped reality

I wonder will you realise
One day if you grow old
And I wonder will you be surprised
At all the lies you're told

Turn it off Take a look
At what's really bright and true
Free yourself from the grip
That your TV has on you






This poem © Timothy David Cook.