I have found in my dealings with people

There are liars out there, who are truly deceitful

These people are cruel, and deal in their lies

Never feeling true love, they can only despise

They hate the world, and they hate who they are

Life is a test, and they cant pass the bar

So they use what they have, which is evil, and hard

Their souls have no substance, and are falling apart

They patch it with pieces of personalities

They labor, and steal, done in by their greed

My suggestion to those, poor wandering souls

Is to tread very carefully

In the end, the things you pretend

Is who youll really be