False Idols

You are such a Farce!
Every time I meet you- You are different-
You’re easily molded;
Cut and plastered back together-
Faking something new,
But you don’t understand that-
That you can never be new,
Because you never even were to me-

Childishly you call to me-
Playing your games with expertise;
Cloying and maiming me-
Old tricks not easily forgotten-
Clouding my mind and tricking-
You play such a saintly being,
Then you become ruthless and arrogant-
What else could possibly be expected!

You call yourself my friend,
I laugh at your friendship and snivel-
Griping at what a so-called relationship indeed!
One that married me off without my consent;
Ripped me from a safer pasture-
Make a fool of me, will you-
I will respond in kind-
To never gaze upon you again in my time.