Disguised
Nonsense in a family of lies
Rushed to know of why tears are cried
Where there is joy, Envious are their eyes
Support in words of trying times
Yet unavailable when life begins to beat
Curious to know of things that make you weak
Behind closed doors, phone rings of sneak
Stories told of which they peek
A changing story as each begin to speak
Never honoring triumph
In those envious eyes
Called family in which they are "disguised!"
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015
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