• A model boyfriend,
    A perfect friend,
    The late nights he would spend,
    Just to get a simple smile.
    He's perfect in almost every way,
    He has that way with words.
    I look at this boy,
    Seeing no differences between he and the last,
    He looks like a fool,
    Talking to himself like he does.
    He has such a future ahead of him,
    He's so smart and cute,
    There's many things he can be,
    That he can do.
    I stare at this boy,
    His eyes dark from lack of sleep,
    His smile fake,
    Words even more so.
    They can't see him like I do,
    Through the same tired eyes,
    Through the cracked masks.
    I heard he just went through a harsh break up,
    That girl must be a b***h,
    Even more so a slut.
    Open your eyes,
    I want to scream;
    This boy is the problem,
    A virus corrupting a pure soul!
    Not pure in any aspect,
    Not kind or amazing.
    But what do they know.
    They know not the reasons I hate this boy.
    How could they?
    It's the reflection I see,
    That is constantly mocking me.
    He wants the truth,
    No more with the lies.
    But till the day his last breath comes,
    He will wear his mask,
    Breathe his lies smoothly,
    He will be someone I am not.
    The one everyone seems to love.
    Before casting him away.