Here I am surrounded by people <br />That think they can get what I <br />Don't want to give, and things are simple, <br />Well, people like this cannot just stop by. <br /> <br />How dare they ask, how dare they take, <br />And nobody else would do as they do, <br />Trying to fool, put a smile on the face, fake, <br />And not even ask the other 'where to? '. <br /> <br />Yes, people like this, are the ones that own <br />The sadness in life and not a trace of faith, <br />Their heart is all made of nothing but stone, <br />And their life often is full with just hate.<br /><br />Raluca Rodica Ratiu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-35/
