I watched as a flood of depression washed in.
The rain of emotions still falling, your dam walls too thin.
The cracks showing the extent of your pain.
Massive dept, had you building on the unstable flood plain.
Setting yourself up for destruction.
Discarding real friends and surrounding yourself with masters of manipulation.
I saw your fake smile and your real frown in a puddle reflection.
You didn’t notice me see the sadness in your eyes and make the connection.
The same old me is only a call away, im here for a mate.
My fear is that your pride won’t let you, a padlocked, guarded gate.
© Deon Heemskerk 30-1-2012