Fakes
That's what we call them
Those who pretend
Those who lie
But what are they really?
Fakers?
Pretenders?
Liars?
He was only a young boy
When his father left
For bigger things
That weren't larger than life
Like he felt he was
She was only a young girl
When her mother left her
On the porch of a stranger
For she was weak
And lonely
They were only young children
When their parents took the jump
Leaving them to fend
Alone in the world
Death surrounding them
And when he grew up,
He lied about his "perfect" family
Bragged of his "rich" father
And his "nurturing" mother
When, in reality, he was pathetic
And when she grew up,
She faked being a diva
Everyone beneath her
Holding her up
Fragile, afraid to fall
And when they grew up
They pretended to be cool
Though really
They were homeless
And thieves
This may look like an acccusation
Of the poor and needy
But quite the contrary
For those who hold themselves highest
In reality are among the lowest
So next time you judge or laugh
Take a moment
Spend a day-or a minute-in their shoes
Then you dare to tell me
If they're fake
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Head in the Clouds (FWS)
PoetryI'm floating high above the the clouds. I'm never going to go back down. The sun is bright above my head, And below my feet there is a bed Of clouds -FWS stands for First Wattpad Story, it's one of my first stories on here that I decided to keep for...
