His many faces

In the realm of politics, women unseen,

Yet in our conversations, you listen keen.

Love and words, a pleasing facade,

But when you’re at work, a different charade.

Prestige and strength, your guiding light,

While pressing down on those that slight

The woman broken, you happily discard,

Her love for you, a sentiment marred.

Ugly and weak, she will be deemed,

While I am beautiful, in strength esteemed.

But what when weakness falls on me,

Or beauty fades, what will you see?

You are no angel, a truth unveiled,

No heavenly grace, your actions detailed.

Harm inflicted, no remorse in sight,

Bragging shadows the supposed contrite.

A former bully, with no remorse,

Sadness feigned, a deceptive course.

“Unaliving” deemed not as murder,

In your world, a twisted fervor.

Constant lies, a tangled web,

So many personas, a maze to ebb.

"Who are you today?" ceases to jest,

A fractured identity, put to the test.

Buttons pushed until tears cascade,

A sacred deal, in falsehood laid.

Once deemed holy, a vow betrayed,

Lies unravel, in truth's cascade.