Step up your game,
you're shallow and weak,
with more shame behind
the words you speak.

A liar, a fake,
a backstabbing friend,
you're the person who's
masquerade never ends.

But really, you're just so
inside of yourself,
and you're feeble in
caring for anyone else

besides the inadequate
person you always see.
You're awful, dreadful:
a number of terrible things,
nothing close to what you
pretend to be.