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?