Friends aren’t friends
Lies are their peanut butter and jelly
Humans are fickle
And my mirror burns as much as anyone else’s,
Becoming a fan favorite isn’t in the plan
People walk with you hoping you’ll be damned
And friendly faces hide sickness running through us all
I trusted them only to find any trust in humanity falls.
It all, looks like, snow on cotton when I look towards the sky
It all, looks like, reasons to keep my mind on things above
Can’t bury my disappointments in bitterness, can’t dull these personalized lesson plans that bring growth.
We all know what we’re doing
No mistakes, no apologies, subscribe and follow me
Ignore these fallacies we wear unaware why people stare
And our mirrors burn as we wear are best disguise.
What are you thinking about after reading this?