How could I manage all the lies,

and live with all the falseness?

Their faces look good and nice,

but deep inside are cold as ice.


They say Yes but mean No,

their smiles are tempting

but would immediately let you go,

once you’re done and broken down.


It’s no surprise,

for I’ve seen it happen,

seen it all, this and that,

when words stop meaning

and everything’s a hoax,

a little, pretty paradox.


I cannot change it,

I cannot fight,

they are too many,

their lies are legion.

But I will not accept it!


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