Manipulation Mutulation - Poem by Simi Ruth
The wraths and the burdens intertwined to suffocate my soul,
they cry, take it easy, hear them out, don't dare lose control,
and here I am again sinking in confusion,
my dignity has evaporated into an illusion.
Your judgments should mean nothing to me at this point,
but my alibi that feels so dear, doesn't ever want to disappoint,
I've become so terribly late for this masquerade,
and you've been left standing there feeling betrayed.
Cut up by shattered plastic, somehow you feel stung,
when you're perfectly fine you manipulate with the tip of your tongue.
I know the catastrophe I created will not soon be faded,
but as I have stated I wish I would have waited,
for someone who really loved me without my mask,
for someone who wouldn't even dare to ask.
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