The facade

I watch from the outside
I don't get involved
Through the greatest turns in tide (which are never that great anyway)
I remain unenthralled;

They laugh , they play , they shout
Their silly little games
Noone will figure me out
i watch them through a broken frame


Immaturity abounds
all around
making a deafening sound
boisterous , falling to the ground


get up, i'm frowning
i pretend to like
inside im drowning
through me goes a spike

i cant stand them all
with all the falsehood
they will all fall
float away like driftwood


i will commit no sin
although serenity will set in!