Deception
In the whirlwind of reality
How can one find sincerity
When a men's greatest ability
Is to lie to oneself with futilityFor foundations made of lies
Crumble in the harder times
The facade begins to break
Getting rid of all that's fakeShattered walls can be rebuild
With trust, that once has disappeared
But sturdy homes of honesty
Can fall down just as easilyWith rotten hearts of humanity
Like poison spreading quietly
Seeping in through tiniest cracks
Doubt and deceit left in its tracksAnd so the cycle is upkept
Through actions veiled in sheer regret
This madness has no end in sight
It clouds the world with fake delight
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I'm a Trash Panda
PoesíaThe things my brain comes up with at night. Poetry by a lonely raccoon