Backbiting
Slidden under those beautiful masks,
they shine unbearably bright.
Who just knew underneath was,
hidden a shady figure who backbites.
Were all those words which were spoken,
Just a part of your mask unbroken?
Were they all sarcastic and fake,
Just like the beautiful lies you make?
Now that I've discovered this world and it's every corner.
I can't help but feel the torture.
Of being lied and tied,
around your filthy pride!
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