My Roommate, My Traitor - Poem by NeniaArnaiz Dulom
I've come to realize,
How foolish of me to trust,
Somebody who do not have,
A sense of truthfulness,
In his words and acts.
He sits and watches,
My every move like a guard,
Yes, he lends his ears,
To my every talk like a friend,
He pretends he's too willing to listen.
My words, my case,
My every issue he wants me to reveal,
He waits for me to spill out the beans,
He cannot hide his interest,
To dig a hole into my brain.
Yet you'll know his mischievous deeds,
Through his unguarded lips,
Like a foolish fish,
That impulsively open its mouth to bait,
You can catch his lies through his own speech.
He knows if you trap him,
He cannot steady his eyeballs to look straight,
They go askance from side to side,
And in defense, he maneuvers the conversation away,
To his advantage no less.
His slip of the tongue and fishy gestures,
So often give him away,
Oh my, he gives his innuendo,
Like an impetuous discourse,
Of a discordant voice.
A sly of a lie,
A habitual liar who can fool,
Most of them who do not know him so well,
Or even me who are always lured,
To his beguiling promises and words.
But lo, I never learned,
Even though I know his scheme,
Even if my brain wrestle with me so often,
Not to speak to him in confidence,
And leave myself vulnerable and open.
Yes, my brain and heart know what he's doing,
I often see his furtive smirk which he hides,
Behind the facade of his gentle smile,
A deadpan face is enough for me to tell,
What is true from lie.
The truth is, He is not concern,
He is not into giving his genuine care,
He only needs my life's details,
So he can share them with others,
The others who are nosy parker in hiding.
He treacherously reports to them,
To his allies and kin,
They drone like bees at the back of my ears,
Buzzing wrong information about my life,
Deducting or adding their own words to my account.
It's disappointing, I know that fact,
But it is even more frustrating for a fact,
That he is not only a roommate but a spouse,
A considered other half,
Yet this other half bites.
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