I look at you
I know you don’t lie,
But what you show’s untrue.
Captured in the classy frame
Shades of faces begging for fame,
Masks unmasked, in a fake win-lose game.
To be the fairest of them all
Everyone’s a step child
My zeal to kill with skill,
Let all of them go to hell,
Fall, get ruined,
Crushed, forgotten forever, perpetually small
All this for what I cannot hold,
Nor behold for long.
Who’s the wisest of them
All? All of a sudden
If I’d change my question,
My mind will reflect like a glass
Screeching in shame
For it’s not designed to peek within at all,
So inside it stands like a useless wall.