Faces

Our theories are flawed

Our Idols are all fake

Our beliefs can be challenged

Our relationships are two-timed

Our temper is short

Our wants are never balanced

Our leisure is technology

Our money is black

Our hearts are now hollow

Our clothes are scarce

Our food is junk

Our minds are dark and shallow

In our attempt to show the world

What we want them to see

We pretend for so long

Eventually forgetting who we might be

Fake is the new trend and everyone seems to be in style

Gone are the days of truthfulness from a long while

And while we advise the world

On what to do and not to do

I hope we realize,

We aren’t doing any of it too.

Seven billion people, this world now graces

But what we actually deal with, are fourteen million faces!

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