Your masquerade altruism astounds me, Glass-brittle displays of care and concern, Your fake words I once again discern, My word, I did not suppose you’d play the charade so long.
You believe you agonize me, And I assure you, you’re wrong. Your alleged torments cause no real harm to me, Because I know you’ll soon be gone.
And that’s when I will truly be free, Soft spring breeze rebirthing me, Just ‘Me’, away from you and all your revelry, And all your tall tales of you and me forever.
I grimace at your insincere gestures, We both know that they’re simply hollow jesters. I laugh out loud at my naivety long gone, Yet I wonder how we came to be.
I am unmoved and far from enthralled, By pretty compliments and fawning dolls, I see through clandestine snide remarks and covert schemes, But they, they do not affect me.
This is it, I do not care. Not now, nor ever again. For you’re just a narcissistic ******, And that’s the elegy of your counterfeit means.