Ashley Rea’s poem

One of my friends on the net is an aspiring poet. I would like to share her poem with all of you. Enjoy:)

The Sly Delude

Why am I in this place?

Air that is filled with empty space

Guilty wishes filled with greed

Jealous sneers if they do not succeed

Material used as sense of status

Tricked are those who cannot have it

So I ask once again

When will this feign begin to end?