we, some of us,
see beyond the mask you
cunningly fixed you had the lot of them fooled.
beyond the gentle air we
see the rage you managed to trap within.
chained to the vileness rooted in your guts
maybe if you-
eventually find out we know the truth,
next time you'd omit the pleasantries and
just stab us in the back already.
grow some balls, we think,
man up to your vileness