Fake

People with 

Sweet smiles and cold scars,

Clear skin and hollow hearts,

Innocent eyes and scammer carts.

Wish we could see them shed,

As if snakes make a clear cast.

And we all at once 

Could see through them

Through their dirty parts 

And sunken bars.

Because they exist my friend,

In ample proportions,

And it is just that

We are too late

To get them right

To get them true.

It's clever, it's clever

To keep it up

Because fake takes brains

To hold that stuff

To wear a self that acts so adverse

To deny what's fact

And carry what's not

And that's how my friend, a fake puts it on.

I know it's strange

But not that much

Cz you'll find one here

But won't sense that in current.

But a time will come

When they come in straight

To your eyes and say

Believe me then

The time is exact

When you are you

And they are they.

And it's sad as for now

The true is scarce

And false is the truth 

With evil regards

With buried cards.