You are being all fake,
And you think it's no mistake?

You play make-believe,
To succeed and be in relieve?

You think your facade,
Is a cascade?

Which pushes away your piles,
And keeps them away miles?

You think you are the only one sad,
In this whole world of mad?

You think being a fraud,
Is better than a nature flawed?

I say my young friend,
But not to offend;

At least when you are forward,
You are not a coward.

©VioletEden