Simply Mendacious

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost.
Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance,
Maybe am not that adroit;
but lately you’ve been so vexatious,
Delving into an endless rest-
for a tinge of flattery from a set of dregs,
Tell me, are you that distraught
to let that go down your annals?
I did you no wrong so don’t expect-
solace- you got no case!
It’s no excuse to say you can always castigate,
Maybe I can’t be the judge as I am now witness,
but that won’t change a thing in this feint,
or the fact that your doing is your own duress.
And that’s why you don’t have much from which to obviate.
It’s not that cryptic, you’re being totally capricious.
You can’t be both gregarious and belligerent;
such a paradox really does irate!
For once in your life Admit that my passion-
was your means of keeping me distrait;
Never again will I try to appease-
by trying to please or being silent; 
when faced with a matter so outrageous;
peruse no further this poem as it is to attest;
what you really are- Simply Mendacious!