Seen your life,
the hypocrisy,
the face you show
hiding the reality.
The steps you take
are muddied by the lies,
and you show the world
the proud sacrifice.
Wearing sophistication,
you greed for attention,
living to judge,
you despise your own creation.
The arrogance on your face
is hollow to the core,
you might own the throne,
but are shallow and alone.
You feed on the weak,
the charity, the plight,
but all you want is
to crush and rise.
Selling your pride,
devouring the honor,
you stab your soul,
to embrace the power.
Walking
like the God, a mystic,
all’s left in you
is a devil and a sadistic.
I see you
and what you are,
but I prefer my life,
born out of truth and scars.
The air around you
will fade one day,
the truth you deny
but won’t escape,
your pride
will then take you down,
and in the end,
you will surrender your throne.
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Synopsis: A poem about society with “high standards” as some people call it. The poem highlights the reality and hypocrisy of such a society and that some people who are part of it live an untrue life.