For Who And What They Are

It is not so much that people object,
And become upset...
To have it known,
For who and what they are.

It is the way it has been done.
Publicly.

Without their approval given.
Nor an opportunity to edit the truth of it.
To allow them to deny,
The fiction, delusion and deceit.
Before their lies to tell and spread,
On the streets.
Became popular and sold as being credible.
That now people like this,
Feel cheap cheaters and worthless.
Realizing their crush velvet personalities.
And plastic pretentious smiles...
Have lost their value,
Amongst those charading in masquerade.
Imitating impressions made,
Addressing their aspirations of one day...
That a being so fake,
The doing would be enough...
To create jealousy and envy,
Between the ones who live their lives...
Basically.

And have long been taught,
Reality and its truth...
Has nothing to do,
With useless and unneeded excessive...
Accessories.

As if a tree decorated to celebrate Christmas!
Done to prove their affiliation,
With Christianity or their belief...
Gifts to give and wrapped with bows.
Come from Santa Claus.
A Santa with purpose at any cost,
To keep delusions kept to fiction them.
For reasons to keep truth,
Away from the pain of living reality.
Yet not from those who pay the price later,
Feeling disregarded and unappreciated!