Constantly confronted by themselves
They have little to do with you.
An inner pack of reporters
Criminalize appearance and everything they do.
The final judge is trained by their parents,
No matter if they’re dead or living.
The mother whispers “she’s taking,”
And they’re more suspicious of your giving.
Constantly confronted by themselves,
What you say is checked for poison and forgotten.
Then add in time. They are speaking,
But not to you. Love is false. Life is rotten.