The Others

They thought they are extra-ordinaries,
Some kind of a remarkable legendary.
But they are just a filthy little leech,
Sucking everything they can like a rotten bitch.

They soar higher than a majestic eagle,
Claiming they are the sweetest angels,
Please don’t fly too much high,
It hurts badly when you fall from your lofty fly.

They thought they are far better than the rest,
Seeing others nothing but like a tiny pest,
Thinking they can outwit some people
Yet their brain is nothing but an empty hole.

They are the master of crab mentality,
Trying to pull down someone miserably,
Greed and envy run through their veins,
Seeing someones successful gives them so much pain.

They always shows great bravery,
But at the back of their enemy,
What a good backstabber they are
Since they can really go this far.

They are fond of making gossips,
They can gather rumors even as small as microchip.
But when gossips hit them back,
They get mad and lost a sense of track.

They can be an a-list hollywood actor,
They are nothing but a experienced impostor
Showing others they are like a demure deity,
Concealing their true but awful personality.

They thought they are the Special Others
Loved and worshipped by their followers.
But havent they thought and realized,
That everything they know is all lies.