What am I
Not a lie
In your heart an image
a symbol of damnage
In a mystic
opportunistic
In your heart a farce
With pretty words to parse
I explain
never pain
In your heart mistrust
In your words disgust
I am sorry
not too wary
In you heart is hurt
From a phrase too curt.
Forgive my flaw
But if you saw
In you heart is me
In my heart is you.