We have no third eye to tell who's fake and real, pure and true
for the very pores
through which our flaws
get washed to the shores
of people's mouths comes from our own stores
from the scars we left on the stock of people we have
those we despised and those we learnt to love.
They were seen indeed in our deeds
and in the jars of secrets we left opened even in discreetness.
And it was spread by those we left behind
more especially those who occupy our mind.