Wicked Lies

I stand among the elegance
of the royal court of lies,
A rumor spreads at just a glance
it's all there in their eyes,
Their ruined dreams
and empty lives,
Stab their hearts
like sharpened knives,
Wicked looks
and longful sighs,
I hear their souls ,
their everlasting cries,
The empty and broken
creep like spies,
But I see through
their pretty disguise,
I see the truth
of their ugly lies,
For I am the one
they so despise.