You broke my heart, skillfully;
Like it's an useless glassware,
A commodity that does not matter.
Leading me to agony,
Replacing happiness with aches,
Dreams with anxiety.
You showcased your best self,
Pretending to be a virtuos,
A gentleman in the making.
The mask couldn't sustain,
Your true picture caused hazard,
Leaving me completely speechless.
How do you master such craftsmanship?
Of concealed thoughts,
Of duplicated character.
A chameleon in the making,
That keep changing colors,
A cursed soul, deprived of originality.

Awwthentic~
05/05/2016