They looked me in the face and said it was nothing personal, that it wasn't me, it was them.
They lied!
I hate being lied to and being lied about!
I would throw the lie in their faces, but I still want to believe them and be involved with them.
So, I will remain silent. I will put on a smile and pretend to be content as "Third anonymous person on the left" of the ones they all look to and admire.
I will wear my red shirt and wait for the lighting to strike.
I will hide my tears and choke on the ashes of bitter disappointment.
But a little something of me has died inside, and my respect and regard for them has grown smaller.
They were killed by the lie.
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