When one has nothing and everything
The colors they wished to hide
Are revealed otherwise
But Some do not wait for the shadows
As they do not bother with the audience
Their toxicity reveals in broad daylight
And ask sympathy at night time
Oh how I loathe such trait of a man
Where he himself on his own cannot stand
But when the chips are down and out
They cry to those they care without
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