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The Fake
Every now and then you let your guard slip
The hypocrite behind the mask
Desperate to enamour everyone
Disenchanting me.
My disgust disgusts the world
Can’t they see it? Can’t they see it?
Punish me despite your lies
I can feel it. I can feel it.
Hide behind the pretence of morals
I know just how low they really are
Desperate for acceptance
While I stay true.
My disgust disgusts the world
Can’t they see it? Can’t they see it?
Punish me despite your lies
I can feel it. I can feel it.
love your small stanzas.. and what the best in your poetry is... the new subject and broad vision.. and sometimes... i can vsualize it...