They believe you are a saint, a star shining bright,
the proverbial Abel, an angel dressed in white.
Your true colors are so well hidden by this light,
The hollowness that is your core, a ghastly sight.
Convenience decides your friends and brothers,
in the absence of deciet, your heart shakes and cowers.
Manipulations to add one more to your lovers,
Pretensions and lies among so many others.
The ones sorrounding you don't have a single clue,
one question would remain once they start to construe.
How Fake can one be? the answer lies precisely in you.
In spite of another fake denial, You know its all true.
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