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I sit in my room, my back against the cold wall. I hear your door close. Then, I hear the voice from your visitor. You come and ask me for a mirror. You go right back to your room and lock the door. I hear the slight sound of metal hitting and scraping against glass, or what seems to be the mirror you just asked for. I hear you and your visitor sniffling and sneezing. Seems like you are blowing your nose, but I know otherwise.
You think you’re so smart, the way you hide it in your stuff, thinking I won’t go through your room when you leave. But I do and I find it. I get rid of the evidence and you never bother to ask. I hate that you tried to keep it from me even though I already knew.
It hurt me when a stranger told me and not you. It haunts me to know that you keep things from me for years before confessing when I ask. You think I don’t know. I wish I didn’t. But I’m glad I do, so you can’t hide from me any longer.
- by Ms_MuRrAY09 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/26/2009 |
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- Title: You Think I Don't Know
- Artist: Ms_MuRrAY09
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- Date: 05/26/2009
- Tags: think dont know
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