You bask in their words
in their praise
for your phoney self.
They're burning me, your rays
your rays of fake.
fake fake fake
I ask you why
why'd you do this to yourself
because I don't understand.
Why should I anyway
when there is beauty in front of them
but they don't see
what there is for them to heed.
They don't percieve
the natural beauty.
Because they dont like to see it
not on you
not on their world
not on anyone
or anything.
They like fake.
fake fake fake
They like to cover the innocence
of you
of their world
of anything
and everything.
fake fake fake
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Rays of Imagination
PoetryA compilation of my best short works A collection of poems and other short works I've written over a few years. I've chosen some of which I think is my best work and have created this book. I give you my thoughts, my feelings, and I share with you m...
