You can strut all you want to.
But your held up by thin glue.
And every single night you go home to the truth.
You’re shallow, conceited with self esteem issues.
But you want the world to fall for you.
Your secrets aren’t out and you’ll keep it that way.
You’ll take out anyone who has a say.
And make the best of speeches you don’t need to change.
But it’s your personality we seek to maim.
Whether or not you believe you’re insane.
A man who won’t admit when he’s wrong.
Will find himself dying and alone.
And once the flesh withers to the bone.
The decorum you put on will be shown-
In fact-secrets will be known.
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