Tap-Water Tears

I see your outstretched arms, your hands clenching into fists. I suffocate just listening to your pathetic cries. Screams speed through my veins, I want to spit the words at your face. I know your game, I play it well so don't you think I'm blind. I despise what you are doing, you with your false intelligence, your superficial pitches for sympathy. You are so transparent you're almost nothing to me. You grasp desperately for my affections, trying to manipulate my emotions but I am onto you and it. makes. me. sick. Your tap-water tears, your lip-pencil scars. You won't be fooling me. Checkmate.