Who You Really Are
Your mere presence catches my breath in my throat.Not because of shock, nor fear,
But unclouded and immaculate anger,
Pure and bitter hatred.
A touch on the shoulder,
A false smile good night,
A frozen embrace,
Causing me to shake with all of my might.
What bothers me most is your ridiculous facade.
You never loved me.
Why must you pretend?
I hate you and your forged tenderness;
I'd take your apathy instead anyday.
Maybe then, we'd both be real.
This wall you put up is fooling no one but yourself.
I am just so angry at you,
No less than twelve years ago,
After discovering the other part of you,
The one you neglected to mention to me,
The one you constantly pretend does not exist.
You never showed me any remorse,
So don't say you care,
Don't say you love me.
These bits of paper mean nothing to me.
One look at you embitters me to the point where I can scarcely breath.
(Maybe he didn't know any better.
Maybe he's not the one to blame.)
What kind of man leads a double life?
A deceiver,
A charlatan,
A sinner,
A LIAR.
When I reached out to you,
You never failed to pull away.
You always had somewhere more important to be,
Always had others to attend to.
But I am no longer a child,
No longer a fool.
Each day, I begged you to stay.
Each day, you insisted that you'd return the next day.
But you never came.
I never got to know you.
Why should I let you back in?
You always ran away when I needed you most.
Why should I welcome you with open arms?
I'm sick of this silence,
It's almost as ghastly as your lamentable violence.
Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-04-29 at 06:30
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