Cecellia King

Try - Poem by Cecellia King

Why do people try to be nice? Can't they tell this is not quite pearidice?
We try to appear to how we want to been seen, but for some people it is just an endless dream.
People try to pretend that people have starlight, and yet it not s hard as it looks to fight.
When little people or strong willed people cry, why must everyone try to help? They do not need it, sometimes people need to throw a fit rather then be filled with regret.
Even then most 'important' people cry, people try to help, but is just a game to see who can win the fame.
Why people try to pretend death is nothing to fear, they take a calming breath and they notice lofe moves to fast and it is there finialy there time to pass.
Now dont make a fuss, i can see your face filling with puss, now smile this will no longer take a while, say good-bye it is everyones time to fly.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 2, 2012

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