With the words you speak, you paint a picture of deceit. I just cannot bring myself to look at this image any longer. A hollowed shell is your words. String and pretty on the outside but empty and meaningless below the surface. You try to touch up your mask and continue the charade but the disguise is cracking under the weight of my realization. Like a balloon filled to capacity with thick anguish, I am easily popped by a single lie and you hold the needle of betrayal. You strike me with agile, vindictive ferocity.. POP! There I go again, deflated and defeated.