Hailed as a hero to all
That don't know him
A harvestman, of porcelain
Collective picture of me
Identify & catch the fall

Dealing in lies
The joker has no hand
No full house, empty pair
Cards are for tricks
Slight of hand, baffled eyes

Desiccating words 
That dry my soul 
Spat out, shat out
From my own mouth
A truth? not unheard

Shackled myself down
Bound in false words
Ironically , moronically 
Still have the key
Locked solid within a frown

Even a cactus flowers to show 
YOU, the beauty inside
An ocean, not shallow pool
Self improving, pretty mind
Dull light, now aglow 

Somethings are best reflected in your eyes, not your lies