Cycle Of Realm Poem by Derry Dose

To live in this world we have to pretend,
that we are fine and doing well,
we cannot say we are not fine,
people will judge even if we are dying,
to live in this world we have to pretend,
as if we are not afraid of the walking crowd,
we are here to live with a plastered smile,
people will misuse our fearful cries,
they will get us sold or make us fall,
to live in this world we have to know,
the art of lying and faking on the go ,
we are not afraid of hell but the living world,
we are born to pretend, we are born to die,
and hence we died with faked up cries,
the master of liars will tell the truth,
they will say how fake we were,
they forget how they treated us,
and hence the same happens to them,
this is the cycle of this realm.