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Counterfeit Mirth
Contributed by
ryhmenotreason
on
Wednesday, 20th May 2009 @ 11:52:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Please don't call me, my friend
I can't lie to you again
I can't tell you the truth
So just let me go
I'm so tired of fake smiling,
of counterfeit mirth
Laughing through the pain
feigning nothing has changed
Pantomiming the person
you think I should be
Please don't call me your friend
your friend doesn't exist
He's a figment of your imagination,
An image in your pictures,
A name in your stories.
He is only an echo,
personified reverberations
of yesterday's verve.
Don't expect me to be him
when you call his name.
It pains me to tell you,
we're no longer the same.
I'm done with deception,
this tiresome charade.
I can no do it no longer
It's searing my brain
In the presence of people
I feel like a clown
his face painted on mine
I smile his smile
and laugh how he laughed
I say things he'd say
and do things he'd do
I know the part well
and I play it for you
Please don't call me a friend
You don't know who I am
I can't be your friend
I don't exist, nor does he
Look into my eyes,
what is it you see?
You see only what was,
what never can be.
You put a name to the face
but you don't know me.
Copyright ©
ryhmenotreason
... [
2009-05-20 23:52:29] (Date/Time posted on
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