Same People, New Faces


I see the crowd, the crowd sees me
Walking, staring, pointing, talking
While I hold my head high and play my role of pretending
How much fakeness there really is ?!?
Surprised, as I see new faces everyday
Same people, different faces
All mean, all selfish
Waiting to pounce, waiting to deprive
Hiding, lying, faking, trying
As I tolerate them, all the while sighing
Weary from all the strange faces
Changing with the blink of an eye
One moment rude, another moment shy
And I put up with them. I wonder why?
Same people, new faces day to day
Deceiving me, hating me I daresay

Shifa Naseer

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