Like cellophane you are transparent; untruths apparent, you make me ill
Inevitably you’ll be found out, with out a doubt we are all guilty, even I
Eventually you cry in despair – claim life’s not fair; because of this web you made
So we succumb and become numb, suffering over insincere words










I love it! I also love how you compared him to cellophane. Also the fact that you owen your mistakes and realise that you also carry some blame. Very mature and very well done! Thank you for entering my contest and all the best to you.

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