You fill my mouth with sour words
and my mind with bitter thoughts.
Your appearance so sweet and so welcoming,
But you pucker with the thoughts of contempt
Is this all we are?
Like a glass of lemonade,
You fill me up with sugar, So I wouldn’t see the tart person you really are.
I am water,
Just a refreshment to your dull and dry life.
But I am your drink no more
when I lose my flavor, Or when someone else takes a sip.
But you are transparent
Your façade rots away,
Your disgust shows on your face and Your desire shows in your actions.
You offer me lemonade,
But you are forcing this down my throat.