Psych

His eyes
Pierce through my calm demeanor
His words
softly urge me to speak

His gaze
Tells me that he knows the truth
His stance
Reminds me of what I'm capable of

He stares
Probing through each response
Examining each
With that fine toothed comb of his

I sit
Perfectly relaxed in the lies
I know
That this cant go on forever

Words unspoken
Say "I know what you've done"
He smiles
As though he can see my edges fraying

I realize
That he hears each word I refuse to say
I see
That he can't be fooled forever

I cringe
Knowing that I may never recover
Sharp breaths
Are the only way to stop the tears

I exit
Sadly knowing I must return
Finally friends
With the small white calm