So...You continue lying.
Your persona none other than a false
Facade
You strive to create, to be like us.
And now we've had enough.
Your lies are like a thick tar,
Stuck in your throat, you suffocate
On the truth.
Our eyes a reflection of what you want to hide
And no longer can you.
At first it was the small innocence
That protected you from our hatred
We understood that sometimes, we lie.
But you, you changed something small
Into a large portrait-...
that you let yourself
Bleed all over to impress your audience.
I am personally done with this play,
No point to staying for an encore
When I can't even stand the open act.
I am physically repulsed by you.
I hate you. Truly.
Sincerely, Your persona.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
