I hate the way you always lie
I never see truth in your eyes
I loathe the way you speak untrueDishonesty seems fun to you
I hate the way you lie with ease
Natural as a cough or sneeze
I despise the way you dare
To run ice-cold fingers through your hair
And fail to see my agony
Pretend away my misery
As though it means nothing
As though I mean nothing
And all that is something
Is what you can gain
Not me, my sadness or my pain
Am I important?
Worthy of your time?
Or should I ask, are you worthy of mine?
For your betrayal is the greatest of crimes.
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Pieces of a Fractured Soul
PoetryMany of these are poems I wrote a long time ago, but I may occasionally add new ones on occasion. Still, I am curious to hear what people think of the ramblings of my teenage self.