Bad Play Dame

these days, we play
last minute replay
delay
our play
for the other team
nothing’s as it seems
classic madness
listen to my badness
where’s the heart to heart
why the back to start
new scene, same beat
this is where we both meet
quite the fairy tale
know it very well
paradox of pain
make you go insane
we lie
bely
truths we hate to hear
but listen up my dear
ranting on another story
only just to make you worry
but then to shut the door
so what’d you tell me for
treat me like a minion
that’s my real opinion
this lie is never true
that’s how it is with you
fake ass wannabes
never be as real as me
but haters never flee
always disagree
listen to the stillness
fight you through the illness
you’ll miss
dismiss
what I truly need
to help a friend indeed
word vomit, I’m on it
letting feelings flow
on things you didn’t know
don’t think you’ve got me figured out
this poem is not a roundabout
say it to your face
the truth I don’t replace
get a grip you fucking trip
this shit is not just you
catch a fucking clue
want to call me names
I never claimed not to be
nothing’s as it ought to be
tragically
our friendship disappears
it’s everything I feared
me, myself
I have an ego, id, super-ego
we go
round and round again
where’s our story end
we sip on something sweet and scary
from this damn apothecary
round and round we go
what a fucking show
so tell me folks and kids at home
since I’ve made my business known
who’s the bigger fool
regrettably, a tool
those who see the web I weave
and hear the truth, I do believe
or those who read with narrow minds
and think they know that I am lyin?

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