Pots and Frogs

Of course it happened, I should have known For I've been taught since before I was grown And yet I diminish myself and my past By rash decisions that promise, but flee fast And throughout the circles we prideful may go Our egos fade slowly in the wet Texan snow Egos that once were humility and peace This heart rough as scales once as soft as pink fleece  And still tender beneath the hard seeming shell Her face doth bestow a deceiving lil spell They think she's happy and she's done no wrong But they've never heard her voice break in song Nor seen the evidence of a betrayal wrongly done Not noticed the fabric even under the sun Smile she will but on the inside dare not She cannot hope to do what others think they ought She's been there before and boiled that day Like the frog in the pan, who couldn't get away