Promises Poem by Adam Berman

People hold onto
promises; of health; joy
gold; love; enternity; just

But people forget
broken promises; false truths
Lies; needles and pills
are a must

People tell you
What is right and what is wrong
to such preaching and judging it is hard to sing along

They say you are good
no matter what
that nothing I do
can change that very fact

Why then I feel so alone
sick and confused, misguided
that these people
it is hard for me to live among