When Stripped of Disguise

We can repeat our mistakes
As clever as palindromes
Each letter, a detail
Too familiar to quote

Unoriginal, it seems, to
Spell backwards our flaws
For our flaws don't impress;
Nonetheless,
They draw

Weary eyes,
Rolling eyes,
A sea of amused,
Probing eyes

That take pleasure in the way
We hide our demise

We arrange all the lies
To look learned,
To look wise

Yet we look so pathetic
When stripped of disguise