I see you. I see everything.
And I hate you.
Your eyes are dark, like mud.
Unforgiving, cold, merciless.
Your smile only brings bad news and lies.
It's fake. It screams fake.
I wonder, does it hurt
to smile like that?
Does it ever hurt?
Do you even feel pain anymore
or are you numb to it all?
All you do is hurt people and then you blame it on me.
I hate you so much. I hate what you've become.
You used to be different.
You used to be good, sweet.
You used to believe in something.
But now
you're nothing
but a hollow shell
of your former self
and I hate you
and all your lies.
That smile in all those old pictures,
that was real.
You used to be beautiful.
You used to be honest, but now
you're caught in your own web of lies.
But I won't be dragged into it.
I had always hoped my name would live on
and be remembered as someone
good and great.
But you make that impossible.
Why?
Because I am you,
from the past,
watching from behind those dark eyes,
from somewhere else far away.
The sweet little naïve girl
whose smile was genuine
and always found something to believe in.
Take a good look.
This is how you used to be,
but now this girl is long gone.
I am who you used to be.
And I don't approve of you at all.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
