I wish I could remove the skin from your skull <br />And reveal all your bitterness to <br />all those blind people around you. <br />You are not interested in any of us. <br />Antennas extend from your brain <br />And peak signals from our miserable lives <br />Just to boost your self-esteem and curiosity. <br />You try to offer some compassion <br />But deep inside a thousand microchips <br />Transform your hidden smile to sparks <br />And feed your mechanistic heart with <br />Joy that you are popular and loved. <br />Behind our backs you don’t hold a dagger <br />But you surround us with your <br />Fake friendship’s wires and drown us, <br />Slowly at the beginning but forcibly as we resist, <br />Until we can no longer breathe. <br /> <br />I have two choices.. <br />Attempt to vanquish you with acidic truths <br />And step back to observe your explosive decay <br />Or just sit back and with a smirk on my face <br />Watch you lose your followers, <br />One <br />By <br />One. <br /> <br />You can not deceive them forever.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-up-your-precious-petrol-supply/
