How well do they sleep every night?
How much is at stake when one is so good at being so fake?
They look at me and sneer as they say:
"Aren't you funny, my dear?
You still think honesty's the best policy,
when all you get is only disappointment, you see?
Life's unfair, so what do you care?"
I try to smile, but all I do is snarl.
I sense the closing-in of the wall.
Have I sounded like a foolish weakling?
Should I just step back without saying anything?
"You're a good person,"
one of them once said.
"You don't need to lie."
But I'm not sure it's a good enough one,
when disappointment often makes me want to cry...
R.
(Jakarta, May 7, 1:40 pm)
