False Idols

March 31, 2011
By Zoe Cain BRONZE, Dumfries, Virginia
Zoe Cain BRONZE, Dumfries, Virginia
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I believed in you
I held you high
You took in the form of a halo
On your sacred pedestal
Did it hurt when you fell to the ground?
I watched you shatter into pieces, fragments, lies
We built you up
Only to watch you crumble and break
Everything I once knew has vanished
Starting anew
I learned my lesson
Never again will I trust your bold faced lies
You spit them out so sincerely
Sick to see who you deceived
They cry out in pain
But I won’t shed a tear for you

The author's comments:
"It is better not to touch our idols, the gilt comes off on our hands" - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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