Deceit

Behind closed doors, where secrets intertwine. Their words like knives, inflicted wounds like mine. They wear their masks, concealing sins beneath. While preaching values, cloaked in sweet deciet. Their eyes like mirrors, reflect false concern. Yet judgment drips from the lips that never learn. Unspoken truths, concealed behind the lies. A dreadful dance, that never dies. In the depths of the night, my heart silently weeps. Aching with cuts, so harsh and deep. For love once sought, in their eyes I yearn. But all I find is betrayals bitter burn. (About my parents)