yabs

Words of no value
Actions of a liar
Subject to interpretation
Subject to scrutiny
Truth in this falsehood

Dressed in cheap garbs
That are passed as fashion
Speaking in ignorance
Pretending to be smart
But nonetheless mediocre

Hating who you are
But acting like you love it
Saying things from your fickle mind
Feeling things from you fickle heart
Always wondering about the insignificant

The greatest of the pretenders
The poorest of the truthful
Uttering trivial words
A malcontent of reality
A traitor of the heart

This is not who you are
Not the one I have seen
Not the one I have feelings for
Never the person I deserve
You are nothing

Just another self-indulged lunatic
Yet you are the pinnacle of my desires
For I know the real you
I love the person inside
Not this living facade