You Don't Know
You don’t know what I know.
I’ve kept it hidden very well.
So well, in fact, that you had no suspicions.
I bet you’re wondering what I’m talking about.
You have no clue.
Maybe you think I invited you here to talk about us,
About our feelings.
That’s not it, but I will say one thing in regards to that:
I hope you’re not too attached, or this will be far worse for you.
Any other guesses?
No?
Alright.
First thing, I’m not who you think I am.
I am not your lover, not your friend.
I don’t hate you, I don’t like you.
This was all a set up.
You will soon be gone.
No, not because you’re leaving,
Because I was hired to do you in.
I’d say I’m sorry, but I no longer have a conscience.
*Boom!*
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