You say you don't care,
'Cause society's always there,
But instead of watching your back,
They remind you of what you lack.
They talk and talk as much,
They look with eyes such,
That no-one ever dares.
To neglect their stares.
Those cold bitter lies,
Those disrespectful eyes,
You know that they've been talking,
Just by the way they're walking.
They force you into being,
Anyone but yourself,
Those people that you're seeing,
All are someone else.
Those acts that they put on,
As if all is bad is gone,
As if they're just as perfect,
As all they seem to reflect.
The truth isn't flawless,
We all do have flaws,
Yet none can fail to impress,
To drop all our jaws.
-Aneesha
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Poetry[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #31 in Poetry (10th October, 2016) Poems. Some, outcomes of our vurnerable past. Some, results of our imperfect present. Others, products of our boundless imagination. Mine? Here they are. ***
