Were all full of deception,
Mind filled with guilt,
Lies that itch at your skin,
The perception of unrelenting eyes,
The astonishing lust of anothers heart.
The truth that escapes the hidden lies,
The glances or whispered words,
The fear of being afraid,
Or feeling unaided,
With no one to help.
The loud snickers,
When the rumors freed,
N helping yourself now.
You feel the rooms going to collapse,
Or atleast it should,
Then you wouldnt feel so bad,
For the dirty looks,
And dreadful stares,
Knowing that nobody cares.
