Fake

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FAKE

It's painted black, so take it back,

This withered heart that unwillingly beats,

You put on a show, now it's time to go,

The curtains have fallen, admit defeat.

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You claim you love, you say you know,

That I'm fragile, labeled "handle with care"

Yet still you shake and pound, I quake,

I chip and break, does that seem fair?

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You arrogant tyrant, my screams are silent,

But your smile tells me that you can hear,

I'm barely coping, drowning, floating,

I sneer, refusing to live in fear.

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My voice is steady, I'm calm and ready,

To break away from your toxic hold,

To claim you're honest, to hear you promise,

Makes me cold, makes me bold.

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I'm done with fake, the ache, mistakes,

I'm better than I ever been,

You're much too late, so long, cliche,

You'll never hurt me again.

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