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