Shapeshifter

Every day when I walk around these homosapien polluted streets all that surrounds me are images of deceit people may tell you what they want you to hear but behind closed doors they hide in a bubble of cowardice and fear to the public eye a snobbish, arrogant, filthy rich bastard is what you appear when in reality it hurts you in ways so severe through telekinesis the burn of anger from these people's faces are throwing spears aiming to kill with a desire to see your blood spill there's no need to change you are perfect the way you are and until you accept that you will forever have to carry the scars of guilt, betrayal and fraud those things don't deserve a round of applause because you fooled these people into believing this self proclaimed image basking in the limelight taking credit for a talent that you didn't scrimmage or experiment with rumors about you have been circulating the person you're posing as is just a myth and it's degrading now you're sitting underneath mountains of solitude and intense pressure debating displaying foul hand gestures 'cause the feelings invading and breaking through the walls of your confidence compelling you to place a pistol up to your temple pulling the trigger getting rid of the counterfeit symbol quicker than Jack be nimble By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)