Waiting by the door; footsteps echo. A stranger's heart beats nervously in my throat. It's not mine, no, how can it be? It's filled with lies; lies of my life flashing before my two cold eyes. Happy times and places now shredded beyond repair.
Trusting, trusting. You asked me to trust you. Years ago you could have said this but no. You lied. The beings I trusted are nothing but lies.
Lies; lies fill my life. You are not so. I loved you at first but now, now I must go. Leave you to lie to my brothers and sisters. They will leave too when they hear of this tragedy you bestow us through our lives.
Where, then, are they hiding? Peel back the masks and there they are waiting. Like fire to ice it melts in a rush.
Find this is a dream. You all stay real. But no. Never a dream-state. The worst ones are only ever real.
*This is from the perspective of a man who, while eavesdropping on his parents, finds out he's adopted. I imagined a sort of foster home situation, this man being in his twenties, and he has several "brothers" and "sisters" living in the house with him, although he has no idea any of them are adopted, including himself.* (2012)