The confidence to face the world,
I never had
Where true friends,
Are as rare as,
May flowers in December;
Where you never ever,
Can share your,
Most intimate thoughts;
Not without whispers,
Behind your back,
And knowing eyes,
Focused on you.
I never had the will,
To adorn,
The layers of gilt,
The sophistication,
The poise,
The diplomacy;
To wear hollow smiles,
That never reach,
Your eyes;
To talk my lines,
As if on cue;
To be a pawn,
In a game of chess,
Played by invisible hands.