The Poison in Pleasing Words

You hear them say

All sorts of things,

Speak of all sorts of dreams.

Their words are satisfying,

Reassuring,

Easy to believe

Because of your insecurities.

Lies flow like sweet honey

From their bitter lips,

And I am left wondering,

Oh, how puzzled am I...

You take their deceiving phrases over mine.

But, darling,

Just remember

Whatever people say I am,

That's what I'm not.