In honor of childish things I wanted to say-once again-"no congratulations"
Last night I saw again how your selfishness can continue to affect people-you should be ashamed.
I am comforted though, by the fact that we were your pillars, your blocks, your nets, your boards, and now instead you have gelatin versions of us. Ones that simply cannot be what we were because you prefer for things to appear differently than they are.
Fortunately for you, you live in a home of smoke and mirror mastery, so this is no problem.
Lies continue to spew forth from your doors, phone lines, key boards, mouths.
Cover ups for things even you cannot explain, and of course, because it's you-will never apologize for.
Funny thing is, it was me who knew you longer. Me who watched you change, morph, melt into sadness and complacency, then paint that stage make-up on so carefully.
In honor of something you will truly understand-regardless of your button eyes and sweet cake lies-I loved you through all the seasons.
Until you decided in your bitterness and spite to use a scalpel to carve something that you claim you had revealed to me before-but let's be honest: you don't have the depth or the clout to stand up to me. You would never dare say those things to my face because your house of glass is so easily destructed and you know I hold the pebbles(the tiny pebbles, that's all it would take) to make it come crashing down.
So again, you should be ashamed. Especially because you're trying so hard to fit your fingernails between that tunnel and the door, but you don't realize I've already thrown you down the well.
"Everything is as it should be." Your contented sigh is just a lie and I see right through your tears.
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