**this poem may not seem very "friendly", but the meaning of it is deeper than what's found at first glance....so try this for a change....read BETWEEN the lines.**
who told you this was real?
that every part of this was true?
now show me every lie
every fake, just like you
it's amazing i could find
the truth within a lie
and never stand behind
every tear that you've cried
to bottle up emotion
like an expensive glass of wine
every corner bleeds commotion
for this anger...so devine
i forget our conversation
the sound of your voice
the simple contradiction
the fear of having choice
inside the lie, your screaming
on the surface, a forced smile
for all the shame in dreaming
all so fake...for this long while
who told you this was real?
that every part of this was true?
now show me every lie
every fake, just like you
***it's about having a friend who bottles emotion. having a friend whome, on the surface, she's happy...but deep inside...you know she's screaming. it's about a friend who's a fake...and you along with all her other TRUE friends know it.***
