Hurtfully Truthful

People yelling
Confessing they were fake
There's no telling
How much more I can take

All these dreams
You've so carefully spun
Are falling at the seams
As soon as they saw sun

Lies you once hid
Now unveiled, unwrapped
Here am I, innocent as a kid
Who's friend is now zapped

Unknown, all of these secrets
That you carefully spoke
Words as careful as poets'
All this despair, freshly woke

With mayhem running amuck,
You saunter away. To retire.
What you then told; stuck,
"Always said you hated a liar."

Kimberly Piet © 2008