I see you walk these halls barely a hallow shell of anything worth realizing. Your smile that hides away the makeshift facade that only fools yourself, which the world around you sees right through to the bare bones that make up all you truly are. Clinging to anything or anybody who might help to hide the emptiness that makes you day-to-day.
I can read into your eyes, filled with so much worry over impending discovery as to what makes up the shallowness of you. Every motion you make only helps to reassure my pretenses over who you really are, who you don’t let the world see, because you’re to scared to wear it for all to witness.
Your kind may come and go, but leave us, those with sustenance, be.
May you discover Gods grace and love,