Hidden

Stop. I can’t take much more of the Pretending. Lying to my face, creating this Allusion; You and I just cannot be. Please… don’t try to play dumb. Because I've been here before and I know your kind. Understand that every day that you lead me down this crocked road where the trees hang low and there are cracks in the concrete is… Tortuous. You create this painful cycle where you lift me up, only to tear me down, whenever you talk to her. Lies. That’s all I hear from you, that’s all I've ever known. You tell me you need me, than leave me, for the girl that you actually love. Not me. Why? Why can’t you see what you’re causing me? Good boy? Ha. In my dreams, because if this were a dream than we would be happy and she would be lost on that twisted road that I've been down too many times. So? Where does this leave me? Lost. Without Love. Without You. But, how do I appear? Fine.