Master of Disguise: exit stage left

Hold onto your lies
Your secret disguise
Does it make you feel alive inside,
Wearing those masks in your mind?
It drives your steady decline
But you're blind..
So I won't remind you
I'm just here to unwind your tangled truths
The mangled roots of our lives
I'm left in the dust to describe
The incident
Log the evidence
Live inside the suspense
With all my effort spent on it
Yet
You treat me like a degenerate
Wasted my time for respect I'll never get..
I'm over it.
Exit.
Stage left.

Reviews

[David Scott]

How can love go so bad?
It's like a delicious meal left out too long. It rots; becomes putrid.
Sad to know loves will often fail us.
Might as well leave the theater when the act is over.
A skilled write.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you! And you're very right. The greatest form of knowledge is to understand that all things wither and die but something is always waiting to be born out of that ending. To know when something is over and have the knowledge and strength to move on and make new is what's important. I think.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the directness and the strong ending.
"You treat me like a degenerate
Wasted my time for respect I'll never get..
I'm over it.
Exit.
Stage left. "
The above lines are perfect. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[A.marie.speaks]

I am honored by your quote and so glad the ending has been well receievd. I struggled with it and wasn't sure if it was too choppy and quick. Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well and you are welcome.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Poignant and perceptive.
A well-crafted piece that says something.
Great read!

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you!

[Adam Adams]

Must say, one of my fav. poetry!
You capture a very beautiful things - the realism of reality - the virtue of heart - the truths 'bout lovers-life in few rhythmic thou' thoughtful words. I may clearly see or "watch", how one enters the love-life to savor it well and how fastly gets lost into the dust of "time" .. with time, eventually. Excellent work!

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you for your kind words! I'm glad it is a relative situation if people can sympathize with.

[Adam Adams]

You're welcome! It's relative cos, now-a-days, such things are seemed to be quite common happening in "LOVERS" lives ... it's supposed to be love but became one game that hardly the one knows how to play it right. You speak the heart well ... kinda fascinating reading you!

[A.marie.speaks]

Very true! And thank you again

[Aly Caine]

I love the rhyming in this because it's not direct rhyme. Most of it is slant and a great deal of it is internal, but the way the poem reads feels like this should be spoken word poetry, at a slam poetry event. It reads almost like a rap, demanding to be said out loud because of the way you've set up the rhythm in response to the rhyme and I think that's absolutely amazing because not only does the poem flow amazingly well, but the meaning comes across so easily. Just, great job.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you so much. I half wrote this maybe 7 years ago but never finished it, the ending just jumped out at me the other day. Glad you enjoyed it!

[alifeacoustic]

Ne'er a truer wird spake, which is Scottish for never a truer word spoken. We watch them hide behind the mask until we don't recognise the person they were and neither do they. Left to clean up the devastation they cause and left only with a mind full of holes. Glad you found the exit.
Wonderfully written.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you! Which is a long lost American phrase for I'm humbled by your words. Haha. :)

[alifeacoustic]

You're welcome :)