Do you practice your lines in the shower cause you have them down pat.
You have all of the moves like some sort of acrobat.
You’re perfect, amazing and a master of disguise, where do you come up with such marvelous lies?
How can you manage to wear so many faces?
Your masks must be packed away in hundreds of suit cases.
Don’t think you’re alone or original, there are many like you; it’s quite phenomenal.
You walk around with an invisible crown and yet you smell like fear; inside you crumble and shed many a tear.
Your type allure, charm and captivate, then you lie, steal and manipulate.
You’re hungry for attention and need so much affection but you only TAKE.
God, how can you be so fake?
I don’t hate you but pity how sad.
There is no point in getting mad.
Goodbye to you forever and to others that share your ways.
I have better things to do while I spend my days.
_ never lonely again






