24 Dec 2004
Artifice
how much do you know?
a layer or two
a half-baked assumption
without any clue
my image in your mind
spurious, untrue
why do you talk?
with words you don't mean
a lifelong pretense
from behind a screen
faceless masquerade
robotic machine
what do you care?
for the hurt you inflict
deep, hurtful words
the choicest, hand-picked
lay open the wounds
so carefully licked
when would you stop?
this amusing game
end the deceit
the shifting of blame
let me mourn fully
the girl i became
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Celtic harp
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