Truth.
this is what you wanted.
this is why i cried.
pretend to be happy, thats all that you want.
thats all that youre telling me.
beyond the paper lips and teeth that applaud your every word,
i know what else there is.
the secrets whispered in your every thought.
i answer the telephone of your mind.
you don't need to ask for assistance,
or use letters in your soup to spell it out.
empty.
a baby dolls head.
how ironic, what a symbol to use.
they cant call me standard,
i meet different expectations.
maybe the secrets arent so safe.
cut a new key.
hide it in a gnomes pocket.
trust me, i wouldnt think to look there.
trust me when i say i am the epitome of deceit.
i lust lies, the rush.
undiscovered.
cradled by my creatures.
but please, don't be afraid.
no need to protect yourself with electric light.
im no monster, just creation.
you don't know the enemy is so close.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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