Enemies In Disguise
They tell me to cry

They tell  me to cry
and then
hush away my tears

They ask me to stand
and then
disregard my fears

They act like they care
and then
laugh behind the scenes

They pretend to be sad
over the heap
of broken dreams

They think it okay
to rip away the seams
and then
gasp at the sight
of my crimson streams.