Fake

"To all those fake human beings. This poem shouts out for you."

So tell me,

how does it feel faking an insincere smile?

how does it feel when you make people cry?

how does it feel to be the saviour of the day

when the fact is you're the one to blame.

Do you feel powerful?

Do you feel strong?

Because with this silence 

it proves that you're wrong.

So wrong that you keep on talking

and that talking are full of nothing.

Go on with your life, 

your pity pathetic little life that you own. 

For it is lifeless without stepping on others 

most importantly, faking to be decent. 

Karma will come around for sure 

and find your most vulnerable act 

for you ain't nothing, 

nothing but a total piece of trash.

-dz-