Rightly stated, you have expressed a slice of life, a partial viewpoint about people and their behaviour, I would like to say, you have pointed out how some strangers come to your life and behave badly with you, poking and interfering in your good state of living; obviously, there are some people who by nature break your heart and act mercilessly with you, indeed, they are pessimistic people and they feel pride and get joy by causing harm to you and disturb your peaceful living.
I liked the thoughts, enjoyed the story, the taletelling, nature of people, attitude of some people, flow of thoughts, the rhymes, the imagery, the word visuals, and the read.
But, I think, you cannot generalize all people do the same or act or behave likewise, rather, it is foolishness of some people who allow or invite their own sorrows and suffering and get breaking up of their good relations by some opportunist people.
It is true if you do not know real or meaningful course of living, you will have people who will break up relations and will harm and give you cause of suffering in living.
Truly speaking, all are not bad, harmful or weird people, there are some, if we are not intelligent, we invite other people to harass and make us a victim of suffering and disturbance in living, and we should know how to live safe, sound, naturally, free, meaningful and realistic. Because, it is true, life means struggling and living is not easy, at any level, or at any point, or at any course of living, anyone can cause harm to us and disturb our peace. As we ourselves are responsible for inviting our own miseries, sorrows, sufferings or losses, if we live cautiously, conscientiously, naturally, and intelligently, we can avoid exploitation, victimization by other people.
Title of the poem is appropriate, if not catchy; I expect a title of a poem may be, in addition, appealing, attention-drawing, attractive, captivating, interest-grabbing, tricky and or unforgettable.
Edit and comments:
People are weird or maybe it's me
I seen them fear or maybe it's just me
At first they're dear then will make you tear
They'll come so near and then they'll shear
Strange creatures will burn your heart and make it sear
Will say the words like you can't hear
Break your heart it's hard to bear they have no mercey
So please take care I wonder if this is real or maybe it's just me...
(People are weird or maybe it's me.
I seen them fear or maybe it's just me
At first they're dear, then will make you tear.
They'll come so near, and then they'll shear.
Strange creatures will burn your heart, and make it sear.
Will say the words like you can't hear.
Break your heart, it's hard to bear, they have no mercy.
So, please take care, I wonder if this is real or maybe it's just me.)
The second line of the poem is not expressive, because the phrase ‘I seen them fear’ is not clear to me, and it is not grammatically correct.
Edit:
Maybe it's just me
(Maybe It's Just Me)
Please check, I have humbly offered some suggestions and have changed words, as edits, in the brackets, as above, for smoother read of the poem.
Well done; thank you for sharing this poem with us.
Keep writing for years!
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