I don’t know who’s real anymore
I see nothing but masks
On every familiar face
That I’m supposed to see
Brightly painted masks
Attempting to hide
The reality that’s really behind
Kind words and sweet smiles
That lack sincerity
Is what I feel from some
Who surround me
Lacking knowledge and truth
They think they can mock me
Speak ill of me behind my back
Can they can’t see,
I’m way beyond all that?
Being given a Judas kiss
And shown fake concern
They’re only interested
In what they can learn
Stroking me with one hand
Whilst holding a knife in the other
I just don’t understand
Why on earth do they bother?
Just by being the woman I am
One who is upstanding
Genuine, proud and true
It seems that I am just
Too much for their type
Should I lessen who I am
To prevent their acrimony?
Don’t they understand
One day they could very well
End up
Being
Just
Like
Me?
Who will they look to then?
When their so-called friends
Are not so pleased for them
And would rather quietly
And deliciously
Enjoy their demise?
Is that when they’ll see
Their whole relationship
Has in fact been based
Completely on lies?
But, I can’t be someone else
Just to ease their minds
Or to please their needs
I have eyes and ears
I see their resentment
And I hear their unspoken truth
Because they have now lost
What others have instead gained
They can’t lick their wounds
They have to cause more pain
Their hostility, is theirs to own
Let them treasure it
Like pointless threads of gold
I am made of stronger stuff
No longer held together
By just string and glue
Once I would have let it hurt me
But now?
Let them be, who they be
And do, what they’ve got to do…
Sharon Carter-Wray
(Sunday 21stOctober 2018)
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