They Know Nothing as They Tell Lies by Enna Mari

They tell me I’m fine,
They think I am not, 
They comment on parts that matter a lot,
From struggles of health to unsolicited advice, 
They think they have rights to tell me what’s what,
The surface of tension and other things right,
They give me a smile with no one in sight.
From lovesick stares to stolen moments,
They took what they thought were just more tokens, 
Not a thought about the others,
They didn’t consider the people involved. 

A rose so red it couldn’t be friendship, 
They told me it was nothing to do with relationships,
Then many weeks later they declared their love,
I was confused with the man in the house,
Yet here I am walking beside them,
While some hatred still lingers and festers inside me,
Although they don’t know the secrets I’ve learnt,
Or the [long held] words of despair so deeply burnt,
They think I’m still an ignorant little “girl”
With tears spent out and the lows forgotten.

They are not ready for the person they’ve given,
They don’t know the secrets I’ve hidden,
Or the setting feeling of impending doom,
And it’s just while I sit in my room,
I know that I will never say those words,
But I can't say I dying to know,
Why they would say such a thing, 
To hide the lies and miscommunication, 
Although some many deny, 
It’s clear there was a dalliance all along.