Blade grazes skin in horizontal hatred
teaching lessons in guilt and lies
crying truth that won't break the surface
which hides the tar that seeps
through a soul unseen
Prtty, Prtty smile
on a Prtty, Prtty girl
and the lines break surface tension
'twas all the glue would hold
Every turn a reflection in karma and self-loathing
perceived as an undeserved consequence
of a past that holds no regrets
One layer breaks free
and he fails to see her cracks
through the scars he was forced to stitch alone
with the rusted skewers of time
A second pass and the blade runs clean
as idle threats yield no change
a liar demanding truth of the one who gives it freely
as it has always been
Only seeing lies oneself would tell
unable and unwilling to realize
that the truth remains true
even when seen through one's own lies
Beaten into submission
that reeks of forced pity
only covers the truth
with lies that make one feel like
A Prtty, Prtty girl
with a Prtty, Prtty smile
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