The Two of You

For months I struggled wondering which was true and which a mask.

I silently observed your blatant hypocrisy,

finding them both to be cheap imitations of humanity.

Are you but an empty shell, clamboring in vain for success?

You wear pride and malice on your sleeve, daring them to criticize.

You contain respect and care seperately,

showing them just often enough to tempt those still hoping you have a conscience.

But I have found this all false.

I know not who you are --

only that I hate the two you've made.

The End

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