a letter

Dear ,

I’m tired of the grim look

On my face

Just a bait and switch of a game

A cross between

Disgust and pain

Hate and Anger

Love

And

Shame

I’m tired of not feeling right

And I’m tired of excuses

Just a round about game

Of hide and seek

That leaves me lost among the trees

Beginning to realize that

No one is trying to find me

I’m tired of writing letters

It’s all just a narcotic game

This is my heart

But it’s completely deceptive

The power of

“Telling it all”?

Yeah,

That’s dead now.

If it was the truth,

If it was meant to be

I wouldn’t have to

Lie with truths

Not written or spoken

You would just know.

Sincerely,