Don't Underestimate... Me

Don't underestimate the savage in me
I'll walk away slowly and you'll never see
Deception by far
Is the high of my life
Not all eyes have vision
Not all eyes have sight
I play the game better than you'll ever know
I can straight face it
Secrets never show
Unless its something I want you to see
Right in your face
Yet can't see through me
Maybe I'm just waiting
For the attentive one
Who's perceptive enough
To see what could be done
It's a challenge
One challenge hard as can be
To take off them rose colored glasses
And truly see
Because you've already lost
If you underestimated me.

By: CC

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