Spilt Milk and Broken Glasses

I hate remembering
Your traitorous ways,
And how sweetly thoughtful
Your friendship tastes.

It all could be just
You being your people-pleaser self,
The plastic mask that’s really
The key component within

Your charm,
Your sunny disposition,
Your child-like vibrance –
The mask that makes the girl within.

All these years,
Just as I thought you have
Grown up and shed your
Bigotry and
Narrow-mindedness,
You prove once again that
I’m still the gullible girl that
Trusted you.

And now you see
My brand spanking new plastic face,
As fake as the one you’re wearing,
Made all just for you.