TRUE COLORS

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The eye of your being

I thought I knew

The truth of it all

Was hidden in the things that you do

Your words

Don’t match your actions

Remember polar opposites

Don’t make good attractions

The person I thought was there

As if smoke

Has vanished into thin air

In my blindness

Things were overlooked

I fell for your game

Sinker with line

And then I was hooked

You managed to reel me in

By pretending to be a faithful friend

Open eyes now see what you hide

That in the worst of my enemies

You did confide

My welfare you could care less

You are an enemy of my state of being

To that I can attest

My compassion was blinding

But now I see

The contempt

You really harbor

Towards me

My heart you took advantage of

Behind my back

You turned your nose up

And snubbed

You assert you have done no wrong

Yet my eyes catch your guilt

All the day long

The nerve

As you get mad when confronted

This about you

Makes me most disgusted

I fair better calling an enemy a friend

At least I know upfront they will not pretend

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