I saw through your final performance
Where the role of
your lifetime
melted before my eyes.
oh you were a brilliant actor
until your audience of one
saw through the facade
taking empty pity
realizing that your soul is blind
devoid of light
joyless
like a beautifully wrapped gift box
that contains only tissue paper
Maybe one day
I will enjoy the memory
of the pretense
the artifice
realizing that your
constant need to reinvent yourself
was like watching a play in rehearsal
where the lines
constantly change
as the playwright
tries to find the voice.
WOW!
ReplyDeleteI am not usually into poetry, even having been an English major, but this was lovely.
Sure feel sorry for that friend, though.
Tom
Thank you! This person is no longer a friend. :) Writing is better than punching someone in the face.
ReplyDeleteAlso safer and less likely to lead to legal repercussions.
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