Truth
Heather Christine Mangone
She smiles when she greets me,
Not knowing I know the truth.
With a feared uneasiness she grabs me
Embracing who she thinks I am,
Who I am not anymore.
The atmosphere is heavy and cold,
Weighing down our light conversations.
But she is unaware of the anger I feel.
I conceal it, in hopes is will disperse,
Knowing all too well,
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