Fictitious?
How lucidly I notice you become so surreptitious,
Observing your behaviour silently makes me suspicious,
An accusation would be vetoed and branded fictitious,
But my perception is the thing that makes me so judicious.
I recognise newly concealed emotions in your eyes,
I analyze unspoken words disguised behind your lies,
Interpretation of your secrecy I scrutinize,
One misread implication could elicit our demise.
So intermittently convinced you conspire to betray me,
Abundantly entwined; a frantic wish you will not play me,
Chaotic contradictions as to why you act so shady,
A fabricated truth or is it that I could be crazy?
A swirling vortex full of conflicting complexities,
Not knowing what to fathom rises with intensity,
The magnitude of misconception fights relentlessly,
A fact and fiction fusion raging in an endless sea.
