The Poetry Book

Advantage

Take a glance at me, look at my face

You'll turn away, disappointed at what you see, and frankly I agree

Some stay and see past the face, make me feel like I have a place

But soon that sympathy turns evil, replaced with greed

For what they see isn't a face nor a person

A thing that has no feelings or emotion is what they see

An advantage, something they don't care to worsen

And best thing about it, they leave pain free

They come in innocent enough, treat you kind

You get close to them, giving them your trust and care

Then something changes, and you see they have something else in mind

And it all collapses, becoming just too much to bare

You see when it comes down to it, you never were their vantage

All you ever were was a simple advantage