A person of extreme colourful interest,
A collection of stories they are not.
Neither are they words of experiences best,
But their person is the result of the lot.

If you fabricate fallacies not knowing yourself,
The ostentation will be seen,
For what it is; a facile mask of deficient wealth,
Degenerating virtues, leaving you unclean.

True, internal sadness can be covered,
With self-righteousness and false confidence.
Complacence curtails virtues just discovered,
And ceases growth of your love for kindness.

Learn of yourself and not other’s perceptions.
Your thoughts you are, you’re the colours of your thoughts.
No more displaying portrayed deceptions,
For your true vibrant colours, you will only distort.

Find those virtues of which we all possess.
Find them and show them to everyone around,
Show them you at the height of your very best,
You will receive love abound.