Why do people look you in the eye,
And tell you you’re their friend,
When really they wish you would die,
And causing tears that no on can mend

Why do people smile at you,
And talk to you like everything is okay,
When really they’re being untrue,
And they want you to go away

Why do people ask what’s wrong,
And pretend to care,
When they already knew all along,
And talk just to make you think they’ll be there

Why do people treat other people dimly,
And wanting to hurt them,
When they know what has been done will be there permanently,
And break you like a flower stem

Why do people read poems like these,
And criticize and hate every word,
When they really know that this causes the author ease,
And realize these actions really occurred.
 
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