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What's this? My mind deceives me.
I dance with my thoughts, cling to them tightly,
Then push them away.


What's this, but a distant memory,
Daring to creep back,
Haunting me.


Our dandelions grow,
They spread like a plague.
But what's this?
December,
And they have withered away;
My only souvenir.


So proud are we,
Members of this generation.
Doing anything to protect
This facade that they all see.
But what's this? Could it be
That I want you to notice
My not-so-subtleties?


It is so, but it seems
You don't see what I see.
It appears that the tables have turned.


What's this? The once strong and independent,
Becomes the one who is unsure.
I suppose this is what I deserve.
You cannot hide your lies from me,
Though I'll admit I've been deceived.
Your thrashing words plastered in my mind,
I endured that pain for the longest time.
And still your promises, you've yet to keep.

I'm naive? Yes, that may be.
Every foolish line, I believed.
You laugh. "How could she be so blind?"
But you cannot hide your lies from me.
It would seem you have the victory.
But revenge will remain my destiny.

I see you in your cave, disguised,
As you wait for your next victim to arrive.
You cannot hide your lies from me.
Found am I,
the broken-hearted,
so ashamed of what I've been.
Remain in me, Father,
for I have sinned,
but I am renewed in You again.
I have left You many times,
but still You wait for me.
With outstretched arms, You call.
"There is a burden,
though it is light,"
these, Your words to all.
In Your voice, there is rest.
Gently, yet humbling me, You spoke.
"Come, walk along with Me,
as I carry the weight of this yoke."

— The End —