I can’t see, how you see me,
Outside, your eyes, paint pictures,
I’m sure you know me to a tee,
That person I will never be,

Interpret pieces read and seen,
Insert them into your ideals,
Suddenly you are so keen,
On this person fresh and clean,

Gloss across the ugly signs,
Not felt, you say they’ll be just fine,

Remind yourself you must be fair,
Pretend you entered unaware,

Your intimacy soon breeds contempt,
From love you swore was heaven-sent,
Endearing traits, pathetic tricks,
Suddenly there is no difference,

No need to say I told you so,
I saw it first, just so you know,
I glossed like you, and acted well,
To spend some time with you in hell.