My First Attempt at an acrostic poem. Not too good, but I tried.
People wants things and I give them those things,
Each thing is different, but my actions still the same,
Obviously, I like to please the people,
People come before myself,
Leaving me as number 2 in my life,
Each person I hold so dear.
People always ask me for things, and I
Let them use me for things,
Either for covering up lies or saving lives,
Anything to please the people,
Still thinking I'm helping them,
Even though they don't do anything in return,
Right to the heart, just to show I care.
