A Blame

Thousands of people I met in life who blamed
But there's no one my to be claim

People changes like chameleon
When they are done with you then you're an alien

Thoughts make me in a deeper thought
didn't i caught the people red handed a lot?

With times people changes their gestures
Is there's a device to know a person's fake texture?

I Living in a world full of fakers
Why can't I be not a fake maker?

People are to be live with
But never trust them because trust is a myth

Situations never make a person wicked
A wicked person hides their real intentions to get a right ticket[thing]

Next time when you meet a screwed creature
In the first instance start noticing their features 

You will become safe from being their prey
If at the right time you make them away

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