Treasure Island

Sarahi Molina

(Arizona)

People


People say that you are the nicest person they ever met that you won’t ever harm a fly.
People say they like her more than other friends in the world.
People say a lot of lies about how they feel about you; they might die if you ever found out.
People just think about themselves like the world was revolving around them only.
People don’t think about other people and how they can cause them a huge pain in their chest.
The little word around me is full of mean people that might hurt you, but then there’re people who care about you.
The only thing they have in command is that they are just trying to win an invisible game.

Submitted: Monday, June 01, 2009

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