True Colours Poem by Samima ShahFaheem

There's a blessing in seclusion
There's a gift hidden in separation
People aren't the one they seem
Masquerading a self of pure animation

Be true to them with all soul
Pour your heart out in full galore
Open their layers, all attempts will be sore
Are lying through teeth, deception encore

From such treacherous company
From such a traitorous crew
Better be a lone salt, in a sea
Away from all who are tricky and untrue.