People are poison. Life is a lie.
Death is a devil simply standing by.
Forgiveness is fake. Respect isn't real.
Illness is something that's now our ideal.
Vanity is vogue. Silence, a slave.
And Man only cares when we're deep in a grave.
Beauty is brutal. Perfect is pain.
But the media's concern is of looks, not of brains.
Solitude is sacred. Independence, insanity.
Humans are everywhere, yet where is humanity?
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Poems of a Problem Child
PoetryWhen I need to clear my head, I write. More often than not, I end up creating little rhymes or poems and so, I have decided to share them with the Wattpad community. I kindly ask you not to steal my poems- at least not without asking me. I'd also li...
