They don't know what they want.
Taking indecisive jaunts...
With new personas changed,
Undaunted with flaunted aims!
And they are the ones
To say others aren't real.
When they themselves aren't sure,
What it is they feel.
Quick to attack...
Without a moment's notice,
Disappearing to come back...
As if it's hocus pocus,
That keeps them so unfocused!
Demanding a respect,
They themselves do not reflect!
In times when it's accepted...
They with disdain,
Often reject it!
Cool stuff...and a good shot out to all the fake people.
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Cool stuff...and a good shot out to all the fake people.