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GENIUS




To the one genuis, yes you
I know you.
You think you can hide in that facade of perfect illusion
But I broke through it.
I still know you
Completely
You care about your looks, sometimes you know you don't look so good
But you say you have no dress sense and you are clad with humour,
Everyone laughs it off
But it's just a ploy to divert everyone's attention from your fear of bad looks

You say you know me,
Yes you claim to know everyone
They believe in you
They trust you
Instead you create a group of blind followers
What you claim to be
Is like sands on the sea
Infinite and impossible

You are a good performer
On stage you tremble
You are stricken with tension
But you say you are always ready then coat it with I don't even know if I'm ready and seal it with an encouragement to a fellow performer.

No one notices your flaws
You perfectly conceal them
But I know
You are scared that I do
So you want to paint me as someone controversial
Paint as you may
You are nothing of what you claim to be
An empty vessel making sounds like rainfall so no one checks it's content believing it has water

You are insecure and afraid
Trying to live up to a standard you can't attain
You are fake, you are cold
You need to recount your steps before you grow old
Or live this world with unfulfillment untold

You are wearing a facade, a camouflage, an illusion
Living in a world which is not yours
If only you can wake up to see who you really are
Stand up to the flaws and low self esteem
Beam in the light of your reality
An authentic man in Christ is no counterfeit
Live as YOU, live as HIM
Live in whom you were created to being
The people won't last, neither will their praises
When you are all by yourself
Tell me,
WHO ARE YOU?

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