They look at me,
With a pinch of suspicion,
They’ve always imagined things,
I’ve learnt to dodge, hide, sneak.
It is almost like I’m sinning.
With this practice of concealing a habit,
I think I’ve developed dark shades,
Of a wicked villian,
Who masks his real face,
Behind plastic smiles,
Under the disguise,
Of invisible cunning deceit
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