You aren't the
light
at the end of
the tunnel,
you're a pit that
you dug,
and I fell into.
You aren't the
prize in the
******* jack box,
you're the
popcorn and peanuts that
I choke on.
You aren't the
lovely path that
winds through
the autumn maples
and elms.
You're the muddy
road to hell.
You sure aren't
the bluebird in my
heart,
you're the albatross that
plagues my dreams.
And in case you
think I was fooled,
you aren't the
person you said
you were.