The Outsider

The Outsider

Crimson smiles, cerulean lies,
Cosmetic truths masked where truth denies,
The pretenders’ artificial grin,
Hides the deceit within.

Behind a veil of feigned delight,
Lies a heart that’s cold as night,
Their words, a subtle, sly deceit,
A masquerade of what can’t be beat.

Their smiles, a cleverly crafted guise,
Conceal the truth with cunning eyes,
Their hearts, a labyrinth of pain,
Where honesty is lost in vain.

The hypocrite’s disguise is worn,
To fool the world, to hide the scorn,
But beneath the surface, truth reveals,
A complex web of hidden deals.

Let truth shine bright, let lies be told,
For in the end, the truth will unfold,
And though the hypocrite may play,
Their mask will slip, and truth will sway.