So much I could write about you, but for now let's stick to the fact that your a liar. A two faced snake who fools the people around you. You stand up on that stage and preach words that you do not follow. You say, "Do his will," but the next day you're out to get my mother.
How is it that you are proud of what you do? How can you have no regret? People say to put the past behind you, but this happens every day.Maybe I'm blinded by my fury... Maybe I'm being biased... But I've seen enough to keep my distance, heard enough to keep my act in check when I'm around you.
Those who know you well see past your twisted words, and know to keep you out. The others see your mask and don't question it, but one day they won't come running; you'll be alone; the man who cried wolf.
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Dear People,
PoesíaI write about and to some people in my life ... Don't ask who....