I saw the way they looked at us,
They said it was love i say disgust,
They feed us bread served so dry,
Then they tell us not to cry.
Nailed us on a cross without hesitation,
Then call our friends for our crucification,
Walk around with their heads held high,
For their self esteem was in the sky,
I'll let you know it's not I,
That you fooled and made cry,
But be warn, they call you friend,
When their real mission is to see your end.
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Book Of Life (More Like Lies)
PoetryPoems on different issues teenagers face on a daily basis.