Facades
Friends. That is what
They claim to be.
Yet they reek of insincerity.
They look but to not see
A heart laid bare.
It merely receives an unconcerned stare.
They hear but do not listen
To a soul that rings true.
One that now only keens with rue.
They are not what they claim to be,
for they know nothing of me.
If only they would listen and see.