Fakes

If you are betrayed,you know how I feel

sitting at home with a brain thinking why?

How do I know it's time to go?

What should I do?With fakers around?Pretending

Only pretending,smiling,it's okay.Now i know

my job is done leaving the house is what i have done.

 

-Anonymous

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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