Show no feeling, lest they judge you
social statue carved out of whims of a few mouths
Be as good they form you
Truth is so valuable the old say in such a day and age
not a sip of sincerity from their anecdotes that replay
When that certain subject is touched
Realness is too much to risk
stubbornness or courage one folds into the other
Show no feeling though
stale interaction springs
suppression of real sentiment
what illness do you accumulate
Truth is bartered but can give no reprieve
contrarily as it is but a thief of certainty
No mercy when your heart is half eaten by grievous pretense
No quarter when the lie of etiquette has been played till it's last falsity
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