fed up

Here's another poem : Fed up with all the fake, Fake food, fake vibes, Fake people, fake me, In a world of hollow tribes. Masks we wear, Truths we bend, In shadows of deceit, Where does it end? Yearning for the real, The genuine touch, A heart that feels, Not asking much. Strip away the false, Let the rawness show, In honesty, we find The truest glow.