I wear a mask, molded to please

I was dying can't you see

I almost cried in that picture

Did you even look at me?

For better or for worse I set you free

If you swear you'll let me be

Your stolen glances, your lingering gaze

Attempts to talk to me, to maneuver through this haze

You'll probably throw every token of trust right back at my face

I'll stare at you in a daze

As you lie to me with a straight face

Part of me knew this was a twisted goose chase

Gave you the benefit of the doubt a great many times,

For a great many things

Thought I found my twin

Thought that we could win

You trust me, you hate me

For better or for worse

When it comes to fourth chances, I'm not much of a fan

I never want to see you again

© Aubrin