The Pretender

Something's missing,
still,
and yet.
A copier,
so fake,
repressed.
A hypocrite,
it wakes the eyes,
it whines, and shouts,
and hates the lies.
But little spider,
spinning webs,
it's own true self
is nothing
blessed.
It claims its found the truth
and rest,
but it knows nothing
of the best.
It's own fake life is worst of all.
It's own false cries are first to fall.
A world of logic,
theory,
tests-
it's own true self
is one to crawl.