Moles Behind the Mask of a Mole

People aren't always what they seem;
Or, what they appear to be.
Living in a mask that covers every corrupt mole,
A face covered in moles you see.

A mole isn't just a protrusion on the face,
But, more like a snitch in a group;
Or, false person inside a false body without a trace,
Somebody close within the troop.

You might think highly of those that surround.
But, as more word breaks the surface,
The walls become closer around.
Each inspiration teases your clarity.

As the light fades in and out,
People aren't always what they seem;
Or what they appear to be.
Search high and low within your wildest dream.

Look at those who surround.
No seriously, look at them.
There is a mole somewhere around.
Is it her, or is it him?

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