She wore a mask today -
You know,
the one she wears when she pretends she doesn't hear you?
Her smile was as fake-
as the porcelain nails on each finger.
Her voice, like the sound of metal on a chalkboard,
made me cringe.
She spewed out obscenities known to her personality;
her cruel gift of sarcasm,wrapped in an angry box,
tied with a bow of bitter laughter,
was most often left for me.
She wore a mask today -
still I recognized her.
There is nothing as transparent
as the thinly veiled disguise . . . .
of narcissistic pride.
Monday, June 2, 2008
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