Would you still be the same shade of pride if we knew the person that lies beneath the layers?
If we undressed you and went digging in your well of self, would we still recognize you?
Would you recognize yourself if you were a stranger in a crowd?
Laced in the fabrication of self is the endless possibility of what you can be, only we spend more time fabricating self as opposed to bettering oneself.
Energy goes into the charade of what it is you pretend to be. because of the need to reach far to be.
See, this ideology of what you are; driven, self assured, is but a mirage
Yet, you turn around and are nothing of sort behind closed doors.
Humility is what you do when no one is watchin'
And if you are neither of the descriptive words you depict
You are as dishonest as the devil's spawn
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