What am I to you? A fool.

I've perceived your true colours.

You're exceptionally terrible at it.

Beneath that facade.

You're manipulative.

You've captured everyone in a spell.

They eat at the palm of your hands not knowing who you truly are.

They worship you like a God, while you mock them as slaves.

Your lies and excuses are a never-ending story.

Each one unfolding to another.

People are too blind to see your true colours,

But I know what you are...

WEAK.

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This poem is about staying true to yourself and not trying to be someone you're not.

No better you than the you that you are - Alessia Cara

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