Animosity is hidden and suppressed under fake giggles and smiles,
A though of being better and the arrogance you carry is far in vain,
Your name might become noticed one day, but mislead you will
As your own character is not even close to the fiction in your mind,
Lame and pointless a life can seem if there is no spark, no flame,
Will remain undiscovered, nobody needs the real,
Too boring, too shy, too quiet and predictable,
That imitation of a high class lady, lifestyle under the loads of pearls,
Just a false image as no one can see as there is nothing to it.
Only at the first glance a character can be noticed,
But fades it quickly and leaves no trace of existence,
Nobody wants to hear the truth, it hurts and hits the illusion,
What a sad person to be, what a silly personality,
Not a proper risk, not a proper dream,
When the disability to speak up overpowers
And the grey takes over
That is when nothing changes again.
The closest ones do not know, acquaintances you ignore,
Hoping for a miracle by nothing you impress,
Quiet waters run deep, they say,
But only when an entrance is made you know it,
Only with a story you keep you mean it;
Hence no story you hold, no experience you possess.
Cannot imitate, cannot live on your own,
White lies will not save for long anymore,
Unstable and pathetic, boring and always letting down,
Uneasy and awkward, graceless as it is,
Ego kills, but it is own fault,
Contradicting with a feeling,
Which stops and never thrills
Too empty you seem.