How mysterious our society is
Behind someone we snitch
The next moment in air we kiss
We pretend to love all around us
To our inner thoughts we have forced to be hush
The more we say we are together
The deeper we shatter
Friends whom we call,
For them our face seems to be pall
It’s somewhere we aren’t allowed to speak our mind
Silence tags us being rimed
All we supposed to do
Is just folow the shadow in dark
In front of people sweetly bark
Hating someone to the core
And pretending each day to love him more
Hurting people with those sweet frosty words
Which cut them open as does the swords
Getting lost in the crowd which itself
Is just decorated with worthless pelf
Does being good means being coldly sweet?
Ignoring people when with themselves they meet?
Hitting pals on their back?
And to their truthful trust
Is it so easy to hack?
With this not many will agree,
But deep down our souls we all know
That under the mask me need to see.
__bineka
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