No I am not foolish,
I see what's on while what's off.
When always behind
The arras you stay,
I am always known
Of what you think is unknown.
Your desperation to conspire and trail along my footsteps,
Wears a coat of jealousy. It kills you and your replicated efforts
And doth like a failure, with a trespass through your heart
And sting you till the most extreme end of your soul, that outs