Life is as fake as we make it
What does that even mean?
Life is as fake as we make it
At least that's what it seems
From the people you call friends the person who is your lover
Both will want more and just watch you suffer
But they'll come back again and again and you'll say there's no other
Only because you think their your "sister or brother"
Well ask them this: where were you when I needed you most? When I couldn't provide for you because I couldn't take care of myself? When momma was out cryin because her baby boy needed help, but they don't worry about it til a nigga on the news with his picture on a shelf.
But it's okay, my friends it's okay
Because truth be told I didn't need you anyway
I loved you and you didn't give a shit
So in my mind, life is as fake as we make it
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is like numbers
PoesieA few small poems about how I've felt about myself and just life in general. I've felt isolated for quite a while and I thought now would be a good time to talk about it
