i guess i was right again. i should have known it long ago. nobody see who anymore. the world is nothing but a masquerade, with masks of not one but thousands.maybe im right to rely on myself, for the lies that slither through out of those lips, were as poisoned, as c.f.c. not give me twat smile, because i know, your smile is a lie, your words are trash. who can keep their patience of so long, when you give them time to meld into the darkness. all i see nowsadays, are people wearing masks, all ugly and insane.there's no where to put my trust, there's no where for me to see that this place is serenade. all i see nowsadays, are people with smiles, smiles of those with intentions and motives. you ever wondered, how many people damned you at the back when their at home or when their alone? i wander too long too long alone on these streets. the only place where i find inner peace, is the room of what reflects me of nothing of what is happening in real life. i dont need it. tried to find a way, to solve all these. guess there is no solution for situations which are indeed hopeless. how many times have i been schizo to escape the world. i guess every day. im not who i am at home. im not who i am in school. fallacies everywhere. insidious scourges everywhere. i've lost myself in myself. whoever said this " all the worlds a stage and all the men and woman are merely actors" is so knowledgeable i guess he's seen that the people moving on the streets are not who they really are. the dark empty space i go to every morning, it will always be that way, because a barrier has been built. i no longer see you as who you are. and so goes to the other. the world never seems to know that this place is one mere word. selfish. belive all they want, in the thing known as newspaper, because newspapers were the original source of propaganda. they dont understand no they dont, how wondeful and delicious it is to be left, for other trivial matters. look at his face, see whatever you see, but do not believe in it. for know that what is outside is never what is true. who said first appearance matters was a freakshow. he'd never contemplated to think about the phrase known as a wolf in sheeps clothing. take a look at yourself freakshow, and know who you are where you lie. screw your "empathy" screw your "sympathy" and screw everything that yous are. yous are freaks. yous! once you know a person for too long, you know they stink. there is nothing good about we homo-sapiens. my own enemy is me. always i think that boy the space around me is getting spaciousalways i think that i do not know who i'm seeing therealways i smile back for those smiles that came i always knew they were superficial. always i look and see the spaces and i know that this is so long goodbye. you'res never going to get the person who was always left alone there anymore. for that place now to me is a place where i see the world in the delicious way it is. i've heard it before every single lie yous said
i've heard how yous stashed a kinfe in my back
i've heard and believed that yous have no new ideas
to deceive me back into believing that i once had friends like yous
i hate it when i'm right
a toast to all
fake smiles i'm going to see
