The look

Our lips extend and feeds,
Showing the deceiving thought
And showing our selfish needs;
Finally you are caught.

You are now the fool;
Fooled to believe lies,
Lies that are so cruel,
And that leaves you lost.

You believe at first,
Only to realize everything was truthless;
That you were used to quench a thirst,
And, now you think,"How Ruthless".

You're filled with hate, anger, and sad,
You want to escape and leave,
But you know it's only because you are mad,
So you decide to deceive.

You seek revenge for your pain;
You want to share your heart ache and grieve;
You want that person to feel the strain,
And to receive.

Receive what they gave you.
Receive the hopelessness and lost,
Receive the symptons contagious like the flu,
And the coldness that was like frost.

So you fool them.
You give them their look;
You give them a new form,
One that they see as norm.

And in the end,
They are caught.
They are made to bend,
just as you had thought.

The look had won,
But now you know;
You were wrond and should not have done;
You should not have played their game.

You now look at yourself;
FIlled with loneliness like a crook,
Locked in your own shelf,
All because of the look.