Upturned

They’re talking  
They’re tearing
Ripping me apart
… with words
.......They’re scheming      
.......They’re dreaming
.......Seizing…
.......It’s absurd
They’re lying
I’m crying
Yes, they are oh so…  
Concerned  
.......They’re blinding
.......I’m minding
.......Inside it’s all…  
.......Burned
They’re talking
They’re turning
Step back  
Nothing’s learned
.......All hinting
.......Left thinking
.......The lines here…
.......Are blurred
Stop talking
I’m walking
Everything comes out…  
Slurred
.......All empty  
.......It’s plenty
.......Looking, hazy…
.......And stern  
Rain check  
Come back  
So easily…
Spurned
.......This life
.......It’s not right
.......It was not…
.......Earned
Play it nice  
No fake smiles
So I can see…
When you turn
.......Hide your face
.......Hide your lies
.......Nothing left…
.......To discern  
It’s haunting
Their taunting
Never knowing…
“It’s” returned
.......Leave me wanting
.......It’s not stopping
.......And this life…
.......It’s upturned
 
© Indie Adams 2011