The accuracy of your assumptions

You call me a liar

and your negativity sets my mind on fire

the pandemonium of your character 

repeats the harrowing masquerade of acts

the plain old facts

you think less of me now

you reinforce the frown on my brow

the ardor with which you rejoice in my fall 

you leave me alone in a shameful hall

you don't even buffer your response

you heart is colder than hard bronze

You accused me

degraded me

and made me doubt who i could be

Your cruelty was once hidden

but now your hatred lies way above medium

when we agreed to unmask

i thought it a standard task

little did i know what lies beneath the facade....

Eden