Those who adore you,
Admire from afar.
They can’t see the darkness
Of who you truly are.
Your artificial beauty, can not hide the inner beast.
Those who surround you,
Have no interest in your soul.
It’s only upon your flesh,
Their eyes wish to feast.
You perceive yourself as special.
Standing far above the rest.
Your true colors, will eventually bleed through.
Time is the ultimate test.
When your radiant glow
Fades with age, becomes a foggy
Haze of grey.
You’ll find yourself , and nothing else.
Sitting in solitude, day after lonely day.