People,
Are broken and sad.
People are happy but yet not complete.
People are weird as they come.
People are scared to breath in life.
People know there flaws,
Yet don't do much about them.
People think there better then air,
So they pollute it.
People want to be people,
Because that's all there good at.
People look,
But never see.
People hear but are deaf to the pain.
People are only human,
Like you and me.
But these people know where there going,
So what about me?
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The Depths of the Heart
PoetryAll my work is mine, I wrote it so no stealing 😑. Please comment and like it, add it to your library please!! My work is kinda society based off of, it's also deep, and different, straight forward. I have short and long poems. Hope you like it and...
