She wrapped vulnerability

in a golden colored paper,

and they actually believed

it was gold hidden inside.

Oh, but it’s not at all

how it seems from outside.


The interiors are dark,

scrawled messy walls

laden with blotches and

oozing with scars;

screaming a solemn tale

of a long battled war.


Now they’re enraged at the dawning truth.

They call it deceit, a treacherous wile.

But little do they see that

ever since the start of the time,

they, you and I,

we’ve been all doing likewise.