written: March 16, 2014
Alone and quiet I sit and wait. In a room full of people, exposed are the fake. In camoflouge they hide as they search for their prey. Like malicious animals they know no other way. To your face they create a persona so high, characterized by delusion you feed of their lies. Caught in the illusion you look close but can’t see, the harder you try your perception will deceive. They rob you unnoticed, they take what you give. A nightmare so vivid you wish not to relive. Lies right to your face their words sound like music, left hurt and betrayed. Sedated by confusion.
— Megan grace