Cycle Of Life Poem by Wonda Blue

I am not who you think I am,
What I show you is all a scam.
This is not the actual me,
You only believe what you see.

If I help you,
you must help me back.
And if you don't,
I'll change my track.

On to the next person I'll go,
So that into me, all the benefits flow.
'You're so selfless! ', if I hear you tell,
I know I've twisted your brains very well.

'Do good and it will come to you',
Is that so? Doesn't seem very true.
Lately, my do-good scheme,
hasn't been working like how I dream.

That's when it hit me plain and hard,
All of you were playing the exact same card.
Every one of us are actors in this stage,
our true hidden selves, behind a cage.

All of us are trapped in this feat,
of manipulation, trickery and deceit.
We are all just pawns of something greater here.
Is this darkness, the so-called fear?