You People

You People all smile, all happy and gay

Yet inside your souls hold sorrow and dismay.

You believe in life you'll never travel far

Yet inside you just want to be the star

 

 

Inside your heart is broken and shattered 

So you bathe yourself with gashes and burns

And all you want to be is ashes in an urn


You do these things because you're abused

But aren't there better ways to handle being used?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this spontaneously, so if it's bad...

 

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