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 façade 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 façade,

Letting it glisten and glitter,

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