The ceremony is over, the real you is seen,
Not the sweet reflection but one who's mean.
Nothing can be done right,all a mistake,
Divine torture revealing the true fake.
You will never be good enough it seems,
At night the tears run down in streams.
How long will the false facade of love last?
Until you realize the future is like the past
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
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