Can’t unsee the fakery.
Can’t unfeel the treachery.
Can’t stay unbothered by the happenings around.
Two eyes watching,
A pair of ears listening,
And a heart sensing everything in silence.
These might not matter…
But
In those eyes, those ears, that heart,
You have shrunk…
Shrunk almost into nothingness.
How low must one sink
To rise upon a hollow throne?
To be Crowned “favourite” through deceit.
A clever imposter to those mislead souls
Used as a ladder for the climb.
To be Applauded not for truth…But to Orchestrate those fragile hearts.
In your vast hunger for applause,
You whispered lies
To hearts too pure to question,
In the name of guidance.