Lost Poem by cynthia wandera

have you ever lived a fake life before?
ever forgotten your background to adopt a fake life and more
trust me that is how my life almost tore

through a path of lies, I have toiled
not minding to where I am heading;
all to get me spoilt
clinging on brats gang, I thought I would rock
over many heads to see mine at the top

was blind to see that the future was mine to hold
treated life simple like a paper to fold
dumped into the snow edges of life without a shoal
FOR ALL I DID WAS TO GET ME SPOILT