Misleading

All I see in a superficial world, Are fake grins, Snotty comment, Catty remarks, I'm silent in the wings, Hidden, Seen only by my fellow shadows. But we who are the silent, We see the knives in the backs, The disgustingly sweet smiles that mask malevolent intent. I can see through the fake silence To the inner cacophony. Real silence is lost to the petty, Who have small minds for all they talk about are others. Not one of us dares to step in and wipe off the face that they wear But I am tired I hate to see the ignorant people Who pretend to know everything, But I feel the need to tell them that what resides in their heads is nothing but fluff. I pity this misguided youth, Who are taught that they are never good enough. So I step out of the shadows, And wipe away the paint.