A way out?

My thoughts on poverty. This poem is my first attempt at writing a sonnet. Hope it was good.

                             In my world it's hard to be meek

                            People laugh at you like you're a clown

                            While you suffer in poverty and feel weak

                           They take pride in their jokes and make you feel down

                           When you make an appeal and start to shout

                           They act like they have honest pity

                           I just want to figure a way out   

                          This is what goes on in my city

                          It's hard dealing with being poor

                          People have synthetic sympathy

                          You feel hurt to the core

                          Your friend says drink with me

                          I see this world is dying

                          Try to live keep on trying  

     

Reviews

[GalaxyGhost]

I feel like I can relate to this poem. I agree that the world is dying and we try living. It's sad how people are kind when someone is passed, but I realized that internally, there are people who figuratively die and we should always be kind. Amazing poem and you are awesome!

[wisemorie]

Thank you so much. You've made me feel way better.

[GalaxyGhost]

You're welcome! Have an amazing week!

[Shabeeh Haider]

True facts about being poor. You have mentioned them clearly and this is a good attempt at writing a sonnet.

[wisemorie]

Thank you so much.