He Thinks I Don't Know

All the things that you said, I got it twisted it was all in my head.

The Late night phone calls with the distant chatters leaving at different times of the night and you feel it shouldn't matter.

 I listened not to my heart but what was said, Brain dysfunction foolishness is what I was being fed. Turning mole holes into mountains, this is a dysfunctional fountain.

He thinks I don't know, he thinks I don't know.

Building you up higher because I believed in you, you had me believe what you said was true.
Over and over I rewind it in my head, But total illusions are where I was led.

So many sleepless nights I lay and cry, questioning this disloyalty and asking why. He thinks I don't know, he thinks I don't know, guess it's time for this queen to show him who really runs this show.

 Why must one's mind be misled, and along the way dysfunction to the heart is fed.

           ~Poetic Prettywings 2022