DECEITFUL FACADE

In virtual halls of hollow fame,

Lurk impostors, bearing false names.

Their profiles polished, sleek and bright,

But beneath the surface, a hollow plight.

With stolen photos and fabricated tales,

They weave a web of deceitful fails.

They pose as friends, with comments sweet,

But behind the screen, a heart that reaks.

Their follower count, an inflated lie,

Insecurity's shown, their week mind.

They crave attention, but lack the skill,

To build genuine connections, nothing is real.

So let us not be fooled by their disguise,

For in the end, we see their lies.