Random Thoughts in Office

The different facades behind a face,
Like everything just fits in place.
How innocent one can look
Or is it just the cover of a book.

It may be just a front,

But which front are you calling, front?

She goes on and on about her sob stories,

But is it the truth or just, a story.

The stories that may have been weaved,
He just can't help but believe.

Her lack of self-identity,
She's all but an unique entity.


Those puppy eyes,
Something he can't defy.
Managing to twirl him around her fingers,
Why he like it, I cannot figure.

The way she acts,

The way he reacts.

Isn't it stupid, I rave.

You look just like a slave.

But in willingness he gives,

I hope there's no need for 'forgive'.

Advices not heeded,
Feelings not considered.

But why should I bother,

I'm not even your mother!