Your Appeased Nature

Your anxious smile,
Your appeased nature,
I don’t get how you can be so apathetic,
My antipathy toward your antiquated being,
Marks the antithesis of your unfeigned character,
You heart is so appalling,
They say you’re as pristine as an antiseptic,
Such an apocryphal approbation to how your mentality is appraised,
No one has apprehended the real you,
But I can see the truth,
I can see right through you.