Who is Perfect?

I'm a sinner
that's who I really am
Despite all the glitters and glam
you should know that my reputation is like a spam
It's an alternative to what I really am.

They sliced my pride and injured my personality
oh they are the ones who possess such ability!
Patting you on your shoulder with a phony smile
While right behind your back they stabbed you a thousand times with their lies.

So I know how to play their dirty game
Face to face I smile at them and hides my shame
Tried putting efforts to return their praises with acknowledgements
Yet deep inside us we were secretly throwing judgements.

I follow their damn rules and self-righteousness
While deep inside I cringed with bitterness
Sometimes I condemned them in my mind to ease my anger
And hope that I won't have to bear with them forever
Their shameless beliefs made me want to scream in protest
I may not be a saint but certainly they are not perfect!