The con man

The con man

Walking in the streets
Humming and watching,
Seeing people around
Unaware of their own tears
Ready to take them over

Coning the world
Into my desire,
For it is broken
Waiting to be salvaged
Until the time
When nobody hears

Lying and pretending
To make them happy
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Always acting and hiding,
Who am I anymore?

I’m the one they can’t trust
The one with secrets and no fear
Who’s stopping the madness
For one minute
One hour or one day
Much needed break
For a lost humanity

But for them only
For I, too, am broken
Waiting for you to catch me
And hold me so I could breathe
Relieved of myselves
And ready to be.

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