Your masquerade altruism astounds me,
Glass-brittle displays of care and concern,
Your fake words I once again discern,
My word, I did not suppose you’d play the charade so long.
You believe you agonize me,
And I assure you, you’re wrong.
Your alleged torments cause no real harm to me,
Because I know you’ll soon be gone.
And that’s when I will truly be free,
Soft spring breeze rebirthing me,
Just ‘Me’, away from you and all your revelry,
And all your tall tales of you and me forever.
I grimace at your insincere gestures,
We both know that they’re simply hollow jesters.
I laugh out loud at my naivety long gone,
Yet I wonder how we came to be.
I am unmoved and far from enthralled,
By pretty compliments and fawning dolls,
I see through clandestine snide remarks and covert schemes,
But they, they do not affect me.
This is it, I do not care.
Not now, nor ever again.
For you’re just a narcissistic sleaze,
And that’s the elegy of your counterfeit means.
- Ria Modi
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- Comment from author about the poem: To that one 'friend' who goes and comes back like the tides that change.
- Category: Sad
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Excellent write
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Very emotional write
Thank you! It is, afterall, written from the heart ❤️
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