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I knew you.
You know, one day your going to get sick of saying your alright.
That everything is alright, one day your going to have to give in.
I know your not alright.
Your actually a mess and you think that I don't see that.
Trust me I know, your fake personality isn't fooling me girl.
When are you going to admit that your world is crashing?
When are you going to admit that you were wrong.
And I was right.
Tell me, when are you going to see I've got the upper hand.
Because I stopped pretending a while ago.
And your still going on with it.
With your fake smile and a bag full of denial.
How can you live like that?
I ask the question why?
Because our war is over.
No one is left fighting, except for you.
But what's with all the lies?
Don't you get tired of waking up.
Going over your lines, just trying to remember who you were yesterday?
Your so worried that your real self wont impress.
That no one will like the real you.
Well I'm going to tell you the truth.
You'd have more chance of people liking the real you.
Then this fake shell your wearing right now.
I know you better then that.
I knew you....
That everything is alright, one day your going to have to give in.
I know your not alright.
Your actually a mess and you think that I don't see that.
Trust me I know, your fake personality isn't fooling me girl.
When are you going to admit that your world is crashing?
When are you going to admit that you were wrong.
And I was right.
Tell me, when are you going to see I've got the upper hand.
Because I stopped pretending a while ago.
And your still going on with it.
With your fake smile and a bag full of denial.
How can you live like that?
I ask the question why?
Because our war is over.
No one is left fighting, except for you.
But what's with all the lies?
Don't you get tired of waking up.
Going over your lines, just trying to remember who you were yesterday?
Your so worried that your real self wont impress.
That no one will like the real you.
Well I'm going to tell you the truth.
You'd have more chance of people liking the real you.
Then this fake shell your wearing right now.
I know you better then that.
I knew you....
Published 1st Oct 2010
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5th Oct 2010 2:57pm
It takes a lot to put down the fight and gloves down call out someones false pretenses dead on. This was worded very powerfully, very straight forward, no skipping around the point.
If you've ever had some type of relationship with a compulsive liar, or someone who feels inadequate and lies trying to puff themselves up, then you can directly relate to this poem from the observational side.
You try to tell them they are great, you love them for who they are... but with my experience they will never change, regardless of how much positive reinforcement you give them. Which is why the last line of this poem is so strong... "I knew you", because you fatally realize that the person who you saw in them is lost in the chaos of trying to be someone they are not
If you've ever had some type of relationship with a compulsive liar, or someone who feels inadequate and lies trying to puff themselves up, then you can directly relate to this poem from the observational side.
You try to tell them they are great, you love them for who they are... but with my experience they will never change, regardless of how much positive reinforcement you give them. Which is why the last line of this poem is so strong... "I knew you", because you fatally realize that the person who you saw in them is lost in the chaos of trying to be someone they are not
5th Oct 2010 2:58pm
