once you tell someone
what you're really feeling
or when they caught you crying,
it doesn't matter to them
as long as they'll satisfy
that avaricious mouth of theirs--
twisting
spinning
revising all the truth
from mere facts turning--
hiding in the corner, laughing--
burning,
the split seconds of fake smiles disregarding
their interior motives
rising in the surface, showing
while you--
you, half believing
dizzy with false amities
unconvincing--
your mind from all the sayings
but your heart
was already engulfed by a black hole
from all
the happenings.
