False Accusations
19 April, 2001
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


I wish you could see yourself
The lies you spout as truths
You can no longer tell the difference
Nor see through your own disguise

How easily you have forgotten
Just how things really were
Your manipulated lies born of anger
Pointed daggers in your eyes

What a facade you put forth now
As such pointed lies you weave
"Poor little me" is all grown up
no more pity taken for your size

I use to look at you with Love
And cared more deeply than life
As you stomped your way to gain
You had no thought to other's demise

But I can see a much harder road
As the truths and lies both meet
Your ploys will no longer work for you
Then you'll be in for a rude surprize


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