It Takes A Push To Start The Tumble Poem by athena bell

You charlatan,
who whistles so sweetly when nobody’s there.
You charlatan,
just let them come to you, don’t even glance.

You charlatan,
you told them you were clean and clear as glass.
You bloody charlatan,
you scarred me with your stains of watery dew.

Charlatan, oh charlatan,
she doesn’t tie her hair back for no reason.
You awful, awful charlatan,
no dirty tricks, I can see you’re something.

You charlatan,
stop looking around waiting for the most rare.
Dear charlatan,
can’t you see that it is all right before you?

Charlatan,
you think our worlds are engulfed in rain.
Understand charlatan,
you live in but a puddle of the universe.

So charlatan,
condescend; come down from your high tree-top.
See charlatan,
once you show your true self, nobody cares enough to look.