Who are we indeed?
pretenders?
defenders?
maybe defending our lies deep inside
would we kill
just to steal
identities of others
maybe your own brother
just so we feel whole
instead of dead and dull
we then become our own bully
really and fully
hurting ourselfs deep
from all these things we keep
extracting joy
from a little boy
just to feel complete
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