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Liar
Don’t put on that face
All love and kiss laced
Knowing your heart
And anger, misplaced
Don’t talk down to me
So secretively
While charming the rest
Yet making me bleed
A Christian, you are
A warm, shiny star
Your words are for me
While THEY give you scars
You give me no choice
I have, not, a voice
I must rot in shame
And bow to your noise
You moan and complain
A relentless, cold rain
It bothers you not
You drive me insane
Then grin at the sight
Of someone who might
Not know who you are
And believe you, polite
You then, bow and pray
As if, your last day
Must be convincing
Or followers, stray
I say you’re a fake
I know what’s at stake
You’re only for show
Please give me a break
Copyright ©
Anna Hopper
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