Stick People

He is there!

Right in front of me!

But he’s not real

She was there, too

In the window

Made me scared!

But she was a trick

So I ran off

I ran to you

But she was false

And so are you!

Am I really so alone?

That the stars must play tricks?

And form these little people?

Made out of sticks?

Author's Note

Disclaimer: No, this is not a poem dissing fake friends. It's a lil' deeper ;)

Photo Credit to: Montello Rotary Club Website

Reviews

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Unruly this is Great stuff!!
Am I really so alone
That the stars are playing tricks
and form these little people
made out of sticks

In these lines you question the Universe and why you are destined to meet and be connected with others so fake they leave you troubled. I know this can happen when your among st friends and you feel your the only one with inner deep feelings. Everyone else is so shallow and fake. Nice job.
Sheer Terror

[TheUnrulyWriter]

Thank you for the review!! This poem isn't actually about other people, it just uses really strong personification. When I write, I often like to make my feelings, thoughts, or problems into a character and treat them as if they were a person. So the people in this poem are either a part of myself or something I hallucinated.

[Allie]

This is very good! I like the idea of panic and how it's conveyed with the punctuation, as though they are surprised everything is 'fake'. Well written.

[TheUnrulyWriter]

Thank for the review! I'm glad you caught onto the panic I was trying to express. Part of this poem is inspired my something I hallucinated once (which caused me to have a panic attack). So panic is a pretty big part of this piece.