'' I Feel Nothing Within '' Poem by Bri Mar

As a billionaire,
Humility is rare,
As I can buy what I want,
What's to the fore?
I want even more,
It makes me feel nonchalant.

Don't dare say greedy,
I much prefer needy,
As I search for that I don't have,
Which isn't easy,
In fact, it's sleazy,
As I sit on my solid gold lav.

All my fancy cars,
Yachts filled with stars,
Mansions filled with all types of art,
My diamonds and gold,
Are a sight to behold,
We always dine out A La Carte.

Yet from what's inside,
I try to hide,
I know most of my friends aren't real,
They're with me for money,
I make their lives sunny,
Without it what would it reveal.

I live a sad life,
It's filled with strife,
Pretence is the word I would use,
I worry about flak,
Being stabbed in the back,
Thinking, what happens if I lose.

That loving feeling,
Has me reeling,
I'm paranoid all they want is my cash,
There is no doubt,
Relationships are out,
I'm terrified there's a stock market crash.

If I went bust,
Who could I trust,
In my world, no money no friends,
Those people I pay,
Would be up and away,
I'm afraid that's one of life's trends.


You may not agree,
But what you see,
Is purely 100 per cent spin,
There's no denying,
To myself I'm lying,
In reality,

‘' I Feel Nothing Within ‘'