Wrapped

Wrapped in Armani’s and Gucci’s Life has become so trivial No one cares what’s inside that well groomed exterior With inflated egos and pompous gait we roam around flaunting what we wear Not caring who we really are Leaving us hollow inside With a suffocated soul Withered and breathless A tormented mind Wings of which have been tied, Its flight restricted Ever thought Of a gift wrapper No matter How shiny and classy it is It ends up in the bin What always matters is the gift inside