Suppressed outrage
The lies we tell each other
Under the blanket of modesty and etiquette
Who follows them when
One is burning in longing
To crush lips and rip off the shield
The heart hides in?
Who follows rules when
Rage consumes the brain to lash at
And take the last breath of life in one's hand
We love living in dramas secretly
And pretend to be discreet
And ever changing masks to cover the scars...
Being casting director, seems to be
A very rewarding work
For us and everyone out of egg
Secretly I vote for the cave man
And pretend to like the Alpha












