Why do we let people in
Surely we know no good can come of it.
Youve heard the phrase 'too good to be true'?
I tell you I'm living it.
Like being lied to by a child
I smile as you make your own errors
observant, meticulous scheming unafraid...
I plod along oblivious
while you chew on stories
that fall upon deaf dumb ears
Without seeming uncaring
I am unphased but hurt.
silver heat collecting in the frontal lobe
i feel my demon days crawling up behind me
please god dont let me be that person again
i thought id changed.
How hate sickens me
Nothing will bring me out of this despicable mood.
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