Don’t you think I can see,



the lies concealed in your eyes?


You sit there,



I sit here.


I let loose and my glass wall shatters,





you listen while I pour out my heart,









my doubts,








my secrets,







my thoughts,






my fears.


Me, thinking you can hear my muffled cries through cotton ears.

You say you care,



you say this release is good, progress.


But your eyes lie and your true self asks,





Why is she telling me this?



Why am I listening?
I can tell you don’t want to hear what my lip-glossed mouth spills out so easily now.




I don’t want to hear it either.


But maybe it will help, like you said it would when we first began,



so long ago.





Because after all this,




I still feel crazy,






and you still lie and say you care.