Unrevealed Truth (Poem)

It's fake, I believe it whether good or bad,

Everyone cries, my word filled with fire,

My care invisible with hard utter, and anger,

Don't believe me, I am venomous person.

Empty of happy, full of sorrow those smiling,

My love changed into Wrath, like igloo,

So cool of words within warm romance,

Don't believe me, I am venomous person.

Venomous, given by experience with sad,

I may Lucifer, something make satan,

Good within bad, and bad within good,

Believe me, Brutus not a Antony.

I fly with my wings with one!

I fly with my wings with one!