a seed of sand a jolt of liquid,
the mixure of growth and wisdom,
so everyone says,
but day after day the misery and pain,
suffered by someone,
life to them id just one big,
messed up deep emotional,
box,
fake smiles, words are wrong,
just to please the poeple around who,
know,
that there are to mend the halls,
or mirrors,

the pure soild gold hearted,
was rewarded,
with the sight of love and happiness

Sharron Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messed-up-please/