People

People around you

People you know

People have fun

That’s how it goes

But when the fun is you

What do you do?

It’s all down hill from here

This is what this poem adheres to

People are mean

People are nice

But when it comes to being rude

The innocent pay the price

This leads to depression

For the meanness’ succession

People laugh at this

But it’s nothing more than repression

This isn’t great

This isn’t funny

But it’s what the people want

And the people don’t like it sunny

This kills the soul

Frightens the toll

Of what’s left inside

Which leaves no goal

I leave you with this

It may not be the best

But let it sink in

Right down to your chest

People are cruel

They make the rules

Don’t let them get to you

And you won’t be like the fools