Sorry,
No, I was wrong,
Did I really do that?
I was sitting in my room.
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Twist the truth,
I'm the noose,
Our bodies dangling above,
Mind tricking an alternate reality.
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Tease the brain,
The focal point of your traits,
Appease those that won't brush your tricks away,
As their pity melts your fake pain.
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Two sides hold every story,
A third is present in between,
Only fools are fooled,
Peel off the face latex as it will prove all.
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Like an irritated thumb sore,
Comes and goes as pleased,
Your jesters don't abide by me,
Only I can see through the mark.
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Patched up the wounds,
Refused being your victim and attacked,
A fake reconciliation is your date,
Your motto is the same; never changed.
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I am done,
You've turned into a toe corn,
Popping up every now and again,
But your artful-proof mask is crumbling down.
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You're the only fool shaded through this poem,
I am the writer, not an observer,
The one that holds the final paper;
No mask conceals my truth.