You said some pretty words.
But I'm not the only one gazing upon the pictures they painted.
You made me smile once.
And shudder many times.
I don't know which one is worse.
Your layers shed away with every word you say.
Every one looks more bitter than the last.
But I have layers too,
And you only see the first.
You say I'm beautiful, and yet
You refuse to see anything deeper.
When you're lonely, I'm there.
But you only want me when your bed is cold.
