Peeping through the cracks in white walls

White walls of pure morality

Twisting my lips in a smile baleful

Sending a shiver down their spines, all of them

I feel envy, and shamelessly continue to

As my lips turn the same shade as my nerves

They say I've sinned, felt the unholy

I feel like asking them to barf their hypocrisy

For they've felt the same for all

Lovers, foes, mothers, hoes & the beloved rest

Mine, disclosed and overtly so

Theirs well concealed behind veils of deceit

And yet if you look close, you'll find

Them to be inked in the same green as that of mine