The Way We Are
You’ll have to forgive me mate
I write how I feel
If I hide it within
how the hell am I real
I don't dally I give it straight
no room to conceal
it should be a given
but many aint real
they have to protect
an image so precious
they need the respect
to handle pressure
just a subject
of social ideals
false reputation perfect
their foremost skills
untrue is reality
carrying a character
with fake personality
free like an actor
living the role
a global theatre
having to uphold
this noble picture
gaining approval
the game pretended
this not unusual
but naturally scented
seeking an image
being who they want
but within limits
of what others want
an effort which I've never made
receiving approval alien
separate in how I behave
forever moving away from them
some refuse trends
make opposing statements
just the opposite end
of the same placement
never my taste
to them delicious
seems a waste
their nutritious
nobody open
nobody honest
all cloned in
humble modest
letting loose this brutal truth
holds no gain or advance
choosing ruthless suits
the same my chances
I'm outwardly critical
of myself
rewarding and spiritual
good for health
I don't take guard
of my common mistakes
I disregard
the summon of fake
I learnt it growing up
as a defence mechanism
Be the first to say my faults
self criticism
damn I take guard
just like the fakes
I guess it's hard
to avoid such traits
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