Jelly Beans

January 21, 2010
By Biancak BRONZE, Lake Bluff, Illinois
Biancak BRONZE, Lake Bluff, Illinois
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Your lies are jelly beans

I can taste your colorful stories:
Tutti Frutti, Cinammon, Island Punch.

You spew them out
like candy,
to everyone you meet.

At first I am pleased
with their sugary sweetness.

I dance among their surprises;
gambol in their yumminess.

But my cheeks hurt and

my smile is fading,

Your jelly beans are
becoming stale.

I am surrounded by their
sticky flatness,
setting in my teeth.

I can taste the artificial
flavor lingering unpleasantly.

You say it’s just me,
but I know their
delight sickens.

I am sick to my stomach.

I ask what your secrets are,
where you’ve hidden the real flavors.

I search for you
among the dizzying colors

Finding only what you hand me:
more jelly beans

The author's comments:
This piece is an exaggeration of a friend who doesn't always tell the truth. We've all met people who create stories to impress others. This is my reaction to one. I hope you can identify with it in some way. Enjoy!

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