The liars crown

A crown was accepted
Yet worn crooked
In doing so
Not seeming to commence
in the beginning
Nor in present form
Dying daily
Of suffocation
Taking shallow breaths
And smiling
Giving the people
Of society
The standard  imitations
Of what it is to be normal
Facades....
We create meaningless power
To brag and draw in
As many naive followers
To drag amongst our lives
And corrupt their minds
With fictitious characters
Changing who we really are
Deep inside
Our being was
Said to be placed here
For reason
And for what reason
Would that be
If our purpose
Didn't guide a larger
Crowd into a brighter light?
How deserving we all must be
In the silence of our minds
Behind the mask of confusion
and underneath the blanket
Of humanism
How dare we learn
To fake it
So well
Please...
Do tell!