Crawl back to your nest; where lies hatch best
Where guilt wears silk and deceit gets dressed
You preach like a saint with a sinner’s chest
Confession’s just a game you play to sound blessed
You smile in halos; but your eyes confess
That love for you is a stage to test
You build your truth from another’s mess
Then claim you’re holy; above the rest
You talk about pain; but yours is a brand
You sell your scars for a softer hand
Cry in daylight; but at night you stand
Counting all the hearts you planned
You call it honesty; I call it disguise
You wear your virtue; but it’s your pride that buys
Every tear rehearsed; every silence lies
You drain the world; then moralize
So crawl back to your nest; your echo’s home
Where empathy dies and egos roam
Where love’s a mirror; not a poem
And every hug feels monochrome