Broken little happiness,
I see your fraudulent disguise---
Your sickeningly feined smirk,
And the twinkle place in your eyes,
Strategically, like the rest of you,
Fake, and disgustingly so;
Your fabricated life of wonders,
And this pretense is all you've known.
I applaud your tempting titter;
The giggle you galantly express,
The tangled web of lies you've woven,
And that which you obsess.
I must admit, my bitter feelings
Have really little to do with this.
You've created this life alone,
And you can live in your nothingness.
There is a wire stretched about my heart,
That keeps your undeserved sympathy in.
I'm sorry, I have nothing to give you,
You've worn my patience thin.
Never have I felt so angered
By any other being upon this earth;
Never have I before questioned
Another creature's worth.
Leave me now, in stuttered still---
I'm sick of your dauntly dismay.
Leave, and take with you your apprehension,
And forsake me to disarrayed allay.
