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Jan 2013
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)
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