#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
I don't understand why they act like they are angels
even though they don't deserve a place in hell
The fake world around me makes me mad they all are sad
They act and act to the extent that they also forget they are actually acting
Nothing is real everything is fake I don't understand why they do such things for whose sake.
We are nothing but a puppet when we think we have control of everything everything messed up.
See I don't wanna say what to do just don't act like you are happy and successful just go with the flow and be real.

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