Oh to think they were special

Just another husk of a person

Is really under that facade

Yet this is a carefully

Constructed lie

For you see

With the existence of a layer

Comes the fact that with one, there must be more

This one is full of layers

So many

They lost count,

And lost themselves

Have you ever met a person

With such a fragile sense of self

They parade with an air of arrogance

And an act of idiocracy

While always being better

This giddy self

Is just the first onion

For next comes humour, a

Coping mechanism

To cope with their pain

Self inflicted

Jokes to degrade them-

Selves

To split their conscience

To make them know

They are alone

Their echo chamber

Of self hatred

This devil, the cause of pain

In their small world

Such a tragedy in this planet

Such a vile thing

Must not be seen

Keep on parading, O foolish thing

You know your weaknesses

Be bold, be brave, be you

And know forevermore

Not to care what others

Think of you