Flawless you are – not a single mark.
I’m the one full of dark spots.
Yes, you are perfect;
only I don’t fit in your good lot.
My benevolence is, to you, pretense
and my clarity is your show.
You are the humblest of the humbles;
Perhaps, I’m an evil crow.
To you, to them, to other people,
surely a lunatic I am!
To me, my conscience, and my lovers,
your piety is usually a sham.
You guide to make me lose
hence let me be guided by your pride
which is dreadful yet flamboyant,
but to beware, I shall keep it by my side.
Showering love and shooting cajoles;
Pretty teeth behind which a serpent hides.
Venomous it is, but most terrifying is your
hoax of smile which makes me unaware of its bites.
Yet you feel you’re the only one
who owns a life.
The whole world is against me but
victory will be mine in this strife.
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