A name in the past

  Careful how the dressing goes.
Clear of right and wrong. Too much
gloss on a photo tarnishes the beauty.

  Lies. All those words you hid. Why?
All the "I owe you" gimmicks. What
a stage you so desired. An audience
blind for anything. How simple
you are to me.

  Did you believe I would feel sorrow
for your actions? Did you think that I
wanted to know? All you really wanted was
to brag. Deal with your own issues inside
a puffed, darkened cell.

  No I didn't want to acknowledge your
brand. The constant bragging, bigger
than thou act. No I, honestly, don't care
to cater to your words.

  Tempted to hurt? Dear one, see
the laughter etched upon my face? Frozen
of sound. Just the taunted, tainted
smile. One that once thought I could
learn from. Oh how the irony you befell.
Down to hard chains and bars.

  Did I feel remorse for my thoughts
of us? Yes. That is the difference
between us.

  If you ever really open your eyes
you may just see, I am not at all like you.

      For that I am grateful in disappointing you.
            As you always called me - ungrateful child.