FOOL’S GOLD
Never again
You won’t see my face
The way you treat others
Is such a disgrace
Your essence is toxic
Your lips drip with lies
You’re selfish and hateful
Beneath your disguise
You’re like a fungus
A spore or black mold
You think you’re a gem
But you’re just fool’s gold
You’re made up of layers
But even snakes shed their skin
You’re not only noxious
You’re the eighth deadly sin
It took at most months
And not several years
To see how you prey
Upon everyone’s fears
You find out their secrets
Then laugh as you share
Breaking their hearts
They just laid out bare
But here’s a little something
I guess you didn’t know
Those others you talk to
See how you dim their glow
They like themselves more
Than they’ll ever like you
They’ll have long walked away
Before you’ll have your first clue
So go wear your charm
And spin your tall tales
The ship that I’m on
Has long set its sails
Now I’ve risen up
And I’ve slammed the door
I won’t allow you to imprint
On my life ANYMORE
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 8.21.2025
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