Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hypocrite Kittens or Michelle Lies

Awaiting your arrival in terror
The itch creeps up my bones
As you approach the door

Blast in, take over
My lovely shell is broken
But I still feel alone, trapped here with you

I want to be by myself again
If all the company
I’m offered is yours

You are an infection
Eating away at my complacency
Tearing up my happy mood

Your smells, your sounds
The mess you create
And the hate…

You spread it over everything
You pretend to care
But I know you lie

You are a lie
Telling the world you’re someone who matters
I know you’re evil; I know the truth

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