To any length shall it go to validate abuse.
Deluded as it’s come to wed one to misuse.
Tired of apathy but seeing only empathy
when rehearsed phrases hurry from Hollywood mouths.
An award to give for the perfect showing.
Never could find out beyond the façade’s displaying.
Tired of mimicry but knowing only authenticity
when you’re the star of my least favorite twilight dramas.
To any length I’ll go to rationalize excuses;
that the best of me deserves acquired bruises.
Weary of all the things said and never done,
but seeing clearly how it’s all I’ve ever known.
( ❤ Mitch)