An Elegy To Deception

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