How do you survive a world where smiles are daggers in disguise?
They writhed like sweaty infected junkies,
with blood aching for gossiping monkeys.
Bitches who believed they were too darn smart,
fired ugly fragile words straight at the heart.
While shallow hearts pumped for equality,
queens snorted and screamed their hypocrisy.
Not against stabbing friends in a heartbeat
with the poisonous essence of deceit.
Boys sipped gently from the deadly chalice,
but each rumour scarred their lips with malice.
While queens perfected their blood spilling games,
poisonous lies chilled each sweet naïve name.
—H, tasting the poison but refusing the sip
