Suspicious Occupants of the Dark Playground.

Though you have all
the trappings,

can’t shake the feeling
you just don’t get it,
that you’re just a fraud.

Adorn yourself
with reflections of the soul,
not to ride a wave

you never invested in,
could never belong to,
not truly, you shallow fool:

only to take advantage.

Faker. Abandon this,
find yourself.

I can smell
your deceit
on you.

You use this guise
to hide, tainting the path
for seekers truly resonant.

Just go away.
Leave us to play.

This is our playground.