I can see your sympathy
You wear it like a string of fake pearls
Hanging on yor ears
As you pretend to listen
Draped around your neck
lying across ypur chest
as you pretend to care
And i can feel your anger
A raging fire of pure fury
It burns in your throat
as you spit firey sentences
It flicks in your eyes
And my soul is it's oxygen
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You have made good use of your metaphor, Chelsea. Your word 'fake' let's the reader know exactly what that sympathy is made of...your verb, 'pretend' carries the metaphor farthe (although I urge you to find a substitute for the second 'pretend.' This little poem has all it needs to be a real gem. Good work. Raynette.