Take a look at my face,
Admire my beautiful palms,
Clean with lines
Are they not lovely?

Just try to turn your gaze,
And I'll deep my hands in the swamps.
In there I'm fine,
Do I seem dirty?

I keep deceiving people,
The greatest of them all being myself,
Society is dictating,I lie again,
Is there really pressure on me?

This is not a riddle,
Not a book on your shelf,
I need to be watered by the rain,
Can this make me free?


Cos I am an HYPOCRITE.