Figuring You Out

The day I started taking your words as gold is the day I messed up. I learned of your past and the things you've achieved and I could do nothng else but respect you. As time went by I started to question you, but what I came up with was totally wrong. I thought you were some kind of angel sent to help everyone and put a smile on everyones face, boy was I wrong. What I started to realize was everyone around you was constantly crying, and I saw the deciet in your eyes, that evil smile that said I have everyone right where I want them, Yet for some reason I continued to call you my best freind, even though I wasn't blinded anymore I still longed for that guidance you pulled me in with, it was the one thing I couldn't let go of. There was a time when i longed to hear the lies you could come up with because as many times I tried to wipe my tearsthat is the only thing that could truly make them go away, it's a shame it got to that point. I listen to people talk about you now and to this day they think of you so highly, it almost makes me sick to think of the way you can get in someones mind and make them trust you with all their heart and you can slowly take away every form of self-esteem they have. You've always bragged about the fact that no ones figured you out, but I remember so many times that you've told me that no one wants to know the real you, problem is that you've let that side out over and over again, didn't you realize someone would figure it out? Maybe it just took someone who watched you, studied you to realize that you are the total opposite of what you allow people to see and that in the end when it comes back to you, you will be left alone, and I hope it hurts, I hope all the pain you've put everyone through comes back to you all at once, and then you will realize what you have done. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 01:33 PM PST, Chauna   0 • 1