Your Mask of Manipulation

Pretending to be the used
You carry love, hurt and betray as a mask
Nobody sees the manipulating behind it
Your stupid lies eventually shaped you
You're not the person I used to know
But you've become the person you'd hate

Stop the bullshit, stop the promises
You already know you cannot keep it
For you to promise what you cannot keep
Is another way of telling a lie

Your colourless mind blames everybody else
Especially the people you've already hurt
For you to excuse for being an a*****e
Does not automaticly make it all okay
Refusing any fault laying on your shoulders...
What a sick and twisted morale

Materialism is a phase, not a future
You cannot find the happiness...
When you haven't even found yourself

Author's Note

I stopped writing about a year ago, because I didn't feel like it got me anywhere.
Now I'm starting out fresh, never published before, so lets see where this carries me.
Sorry for the bad grammar (I think I corrected most of it).

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

powerful vent of words, there are some people like this, it's sad.

[The XYZ Writer]

This seems more like a story than a poem, but a little changes could make it better. However, I like the theme of this poem. It is quite true. :)