For
you, the choice has been as simple as your existence,
You
always choose the path of least resistance;
Never
ready to be confronted with the facts,
You
chose not to fend for us or our pact;
You
always tried, to rein me in by my toe,
Your
so called truths, were just lies, dressed up for a show!
You
cover-ups, make everything a muddle,
How
you keep the stories straight, is still an unknown riddle!
Sometimes
I feel, that I am going crazy,
Knowing
each of your masks, the real you, now seems hazy;
It
is very hard, to defend us over your tattle,
For
I am faced with protecting our turf, in a lone battle;
All
along I was strong, thinking I was at war for our love to tread,
It
turns out, it was so hard, for I was fighting, to get you to love me instead!
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