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A poem about people and their outward appearances.

Wake up, realize who you are
not what you think
you're all that
is just a lie

An ant in an anthill
scurrying around
doing the work of
a greater good
gone straight to Hell

Why don't you manequins
wake up and realize
what you are not
intsead of what you
think you are
is fake, a lie
to harden you to
outsiders left
out of your joke
of a life is pathetic
Why don't you just
step down and join
the crowd of th not
worthy of your praise
superfluous praise
to your peers
are lieing to you
now
is the time
it's not too
late to change
your ways
are perverted
yet you call
those who aren't
freaks are
your home