Seeing Through the Disguise

I don't guess motives, I remember the pattern. The fake smiles

tilt just like a blade on satin. They act like saints,

but their eyes twist lies. You ain't gotta speak, I can see

through the disguise. Grew up with silence was weaponized calm, where sorry meant

nothing and hugs meant harm. So don't ask why I flinch when it feels

too sweet. I was raised in a jungle where wolves wore fleece.

I ain't jaded, I'm trained. This ain't love or a gift, it's the residual

lies that I watched others twist. I see through the flex, the charm,