Fake, fake, fake.

That's what you are.

Faker than the acrylics on your nails.

Faker then the image you put out,

Faker than fake could be.

You're a shiny white fa├žade with straight chocolate hair.

It glistens and glitters, but then open the door.

A world of hate, and envy.

Sorrows and deceit.

Betrayal and cattiness.

And still, you polish your shiny white fa├žade,

Letting it glisten and glitter,

Then add another cup of hate to the brew you've stirred up.