Gaslit on 7th St.

I awake in the A.M to a love quarrel out my window

She cries his name over and over, my heart it hurts I can’t stand the blow.

No fucks given if I hear or not, They will only tell me I am crazy, and it is all in my head.

They will continue to say this until I am dead.

Death from a broken heart, from the lies from which were thrown upon me.

I asked for the truth and I got it all, the whole truth, you see.

I asked for it too early in the game so my mind was lost.

I was not ready, and did not think of the cost.

As I come to realize not all was fake as they had told me before.

Meds shoved down my throat in order to save their little secret, now that’s hardcore.

Just to be accepting of another’s mind dropping its marbles. Losing it.

Is quite attrcious, even for a human to exhibit.

Not aware of their vile actions, they continue this act.

When the truth is here, it has been in fact.

I continue to see how far they shall keep acting in this play.

I will fake a smile look them square in the face and watch the LIE spell it’s self on their forehead.

I smile still and act as if I did not catch that, knowing “what goes around comes around”it is said.

As this play slowly falls apart and the full truth is finally revealed.

The last puzzle piece will be pressed for this picture and in my memory sealed.