Poetry in disguise

In contrast

Somewhere wrapped between your words,
My thoughts beholden emerge,
Somewhere false in the darkness
I became the muse to your show

You false up my image
Created my April in contrast
Tangled the clowns to the parade
Challenged me on your show

You scream every second
It caused me second hand embarrassment
But at least I be folded, got used to the amusement
And realized that you, belong to the meadows.

~Laura