Saturday, January 28, 2012

#394 Irony


Hah.
I'm surprise it took quite a while for her to finally open her eyes;
To see who you really are.
The side of you that is cloaked with darkness,
The side where you hide in your invisible cloak. 
You build walls around friends and 
You refused to let them in through your small metal door
Which you've locked up so tightly with a golden key of yours.
You're afraid.
Afraid of letting others see this side of you.
The one that I've saw.

Who is building walls now?

Well,
I remembered quite clearly you threw those words at me,
Me, building high walls and shielding you off.
Pfft.
Hypocrite much?

Unconsciously,
Your walls were breached unnoticed
And those who cared or cares noticed that side of you.
The one that you've locked up tightly.
It's kind of like a second personality.
An entire different one from your usual one.

You're funny, you know that?
Extremely funny.

Tables have turned once again and I'm no longer alone.
Others have finally seen what I've saw
And better yet,
Felt what I felt last time.
Sure,
It was bitterness but it has a good cause.
And it all boils down to you and you only.

I'm on my guard and I suggested many others to be.
But they are stubborn.
So, let the consequences befall on them as it has
Thrown down upon me.
But I would not say
I told you so.
Instead, I'll help build up their broken spirit
And they will be aware of you as I am right now.
Till then, watch your moves.
But I'm suspecting your walls are no longer strong,
Your other side will be let lose
And the audience will see what kind of actress
You really are off stage.
And I'll be one of the audience.

Beware.

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