Spinning plates

Boxed out

A box for you?

who do you see?

I cant allways promise you the truth

Sometimes you need me to lie

Its difficult to know when to remove the box

its a difficult thing to to take

the world thinks we are perfect

with my little empire of dust

with my perfect relationship

you all turn to me

or turn against

for a box that slips

this place is mine

underneath each box

this face is mine

5 Blind Mice

When someone you considered a friend turns out to be the person who has the knives lined up tagged and ready to bury deep inside the pople you hold dear and myself.

When 6 months ago i was in a possition where i had to stand up and give a speach as a best man about this person and all the time their heart was elsewhere.

When their lover who I also considered a friend cant understand why things cant continue as was despite
the family unit that is now in tatters and the 18 month
old child who now has seperated parents.

When everything this person has ever done or said is
put into question, all the spin, all the lies.

Well, i guess we dont have to protend to like each
other anymore..

For each one of us you have a knife, for each one of
us that knife will only deflect as you try to bury
that knife in our backs

For us you have hatred as you try to turn others..

For you I have only Apathy..