They look at you and pretend <br />That you are their friend <br />Making casual talk <br />And you want to walk <br />Away from them while you say <br />Please, please go away, <br />But you pretend all is well <br />Even though talking to them is hell <br />And you become phony too <br />Doing what you do.<br /><br />Connie Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phony-people/
