I don't usually post poems here but i thought i'd give it a go, this one is just rough and only took me about ten minutes during a lesson in school today:

I become filled with desire,
It gets me going in every new day,
But as the time goes by,
Then the desire will fade,
And shall flood into hate,
As my tears flood at night,
To become a vision of grief,
As the tears fill my eyes,
I do not see what surrounds,
And in the ecstacy i cannot feel,
So my heart does not pound,
It just simply stays still,
For now this is fake,
Still at night it keeps my awake,
Because its my fake friends,
That make this seem so real.

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Its good, the last part was better then the first one.
Keep it up ^_^;
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Thanks, I didn't concentrate very much on it, so i have better ones.