We are all envious of someone but no one ever admits it.
We all love someone or something but no one ever denies that.
We just pick which masks to wear everyday at dawn,
when and who to switch the emotions for,
faking smiles that never touch the eyes
reserved only for the big ones, bosses and betters,
such sad eyes with loud laughters.
You see, our emotions are cooked up and dished onto chinas of moods
flavoured with passions watered down in a porridge of affections without substance.
All it leaves is a bitter taste in tongues we’ve learnt over time to make honey flavoured for self interest.
I saw 10 posts on facebook with conflicting messages, I reacted with a heart to all of them.
I’m so nice, I try to not to be in the bad books of anyone,
yet their pages are torn in the keypad of my private library.
You see ,
what we specialise in is controlled demolitions of our opinions
and letting social media rebuild it for us.
Ah, such a shiny large train of support of yes men and women,
let me hop on the wagon ,
and scuttle like a beetle on a band heading from Liverpool to sink.
A Titan, I live on mercy’s side leaving the Merseyside
Let us all head in One Direction.
On the morrow, we’ll go our separate ways.
BFF’s during the ride,
let us stage smiles and take instant selfies for the gram ,
don’t worry by next week we might be enemies and slang dirt at each other.
Meanwhile , photos day on fleek and we day enjoy foop.
It’s your opinion.
I got mine.
Facts don’t matter,
throw it all in a bag
then bury it deep on the surface as you would make a simple statement seem like an enlightened thesis.
We are all deep, aren’t we?
Light one up ,
Pour one down,
Live it up.
Let’s go kill time and morals.
Don’t judge me,
I won’t judge you.
I’m a real guy, I got five chicks, they all love me everynight.
You are a bad bitch , go do your thing,
I bet daddy bae won’t hold his cheddar from you tonight
We are sinners
We are believers
We are liars
We are truthsayers
We are hypocrites with flawed personas.
We have clean hearts with no hatred.
We never are conflicted when faced with choices
We backbite friends and consort with enemies
We screenshot to stir up shit and make stories.
We care but we don’t give a capital F.
How glorious we are.
We have existed.
We have lived.
We got it all.
This is the truth.
These are lies.
Creating to self destruct in our beautiful ugliness after riding the peaceful storm of tears we shed
and pretending we turn up with joys celebrating life .
What about the void?
The keeping up appearances when you are exhausted from within.
No, that’s a myth ,we enjoy,
we enjoy it, all eyes are on us.
So tune up that colgate toothpaste white Ra smile after every ache,
mirth and pain,
chased with shots of LOL’s and SMH’s trailed by emoji’s
Welcome to our Panopticon.