The Confession – A Release

And then it was wrenched from my soul
The pitiful confession that I could never be
The person that you could want me to be
A wretched imposter of the goal

I had watched my life through a distorted lens
As though by this act my heart could be cleansed
And as slowly they descended across my hollow cheeks
The saline evidence demonstrated how weak

I was to believe that I could be that girl
And I watched the lies unfurl
Like an autumn leaf turning a pitiful brown
Could I have fallen any further down

Into the abyss of my own making
My gambled future I was now raking
In, and through it left me raw and naked
Impoverished shell of deceitful persona
Non grata, no lover, no friends, a departure

As I watched you walk away
I knew you could never love me this way
I deserved empathy, your sorrow, your guile
Not the inconsequential, almost pitiful smile
You had answered my questions
But your love was not coming
And the pain that was left was filled my bones with a drumming
A beat that would resonate
As love turned to hate