Messages flash across the screen
tearing the sound across with a screech,
flashing words of false humility and tearful pride.
Nothing is as it seems,
everything dare dreamed resides in,
with bitter lies and holy tears.
The words you speak expire,
flaunting as the meek
while we all burn on this pyre of self.
The worse of all is myself, false humility and all.
Self exposed hypocrite to vein to quit.
To emboldened to retire or simply be.
The world is mine and everything in it.
Mine.
Myself.
I.
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