Fakes

Fakes

If there's one thing I hate in this world,
it's fakes.
People say I'm still young,
But I'm all grown.

I can tell between who are the reals
and who are the fakes.
You can always point out the fakes
because their always pretending.

Pretending to be there
pretending to actually care
and mostly pretending to be your friend.

I learned my mistake
and that is a mistake that I will never make again.



(Author's Note: I came up with this poem when I was outside the one day, and I was thinking to myself about school and everything that had happened during my junior year. A lot of stuff had happened that year that I never thought would. Junior year was probably was worst year of my life, but I learned from my mistakes and hope I never make them again.)