You dont look very happy in contrast to the smile plastered on your face,
Such a fake, nasty happy,
The kind that you just want to hate,
Your fake laugh and fake nails,
Your fake skin and fake eyelashes,
You are just one big made up script,
Something that you don't even know,
Like a creature from another world,
Just here to put on a show,
And for what reason?
Do you think that you can benefit from all this?
Because I don't see a reason why you would want to go on being a glitch,
Stuck in the system of life,
Chaotic and jumbled,
Who should you look to?
Not I or yourself,
But Jesus, the one that is holy and true.