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Dec 2012
I see the way she looks at me,
Her words and her body language are contradictory,
She smiles but behind it is everything she thinks me ignorant of,
All her hate and no love,

She wishes to take from me,
Show me she can have what I want,
She wishes to break me,
And show me she can what I can't,

Her compliments are to miss-make me,
And her insults are in jest,
Her eyes scream I hate thee,
And her smile whispers I'll you best.

My mind whispers hate her,
But my heart whispers don't care,
One day karma will take her,
So don't act on what’ll make it fair,

She likes to push me,
Claw at my surface,
She wants to drag me,
It is when I stand tall she grows nervous,

Even if I break,
I will put the pieces back together,
I am what she fakes,
I will brush her actions off with a “Whatever.”

She is what she is,
But I am who I am,
I’ll greet her with calmness,
And not fall for her sham,

She can take who she wants,
They where of no worth if they walked away,
Truth is she my friends’ shunt,
Because they're the ones who will stay,

She's a waste of breath,
A waste of time and hate,
She's a waste of my depth,
A waste of mine and fate,

She is what she is,
But I am who I am,
She can’t beat me with this,
Because what she can’t I can.
Lesley Rautenbach
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Lesley Rautenbach
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