Came across a website called Rogue's Den of Iniquity - Poetic Ramblings of a Total Loonie This poem was there -
Romeo is bleeding
sitting in his chair
pretty little fingers
running through his hair
Sifting through his feelings
he doesn't have a clue
everything's collapsing
just what is he to do
Nobody will listen
to his lies and fairytales
of love and life and laughter
real life simply pales
The stories that he utters
hoping they will please
women throw them in his face
to keep him on his knees
He tells them pretty falsities
he thinks they want to hear
instead of giving up the truth
they mustn't get too near
For then, they start to hurt him
and take away his life
and all his precious privacy
will keep him from a wife
Consoling his own ego
and telling it to thrive
while all along he's killing it
with the lie shaped like a knife
Some day, maybe he'll wake up
to see the harm he's done
to those around him, those who care
he's hurting everyone
For now, he will not see it
nor even does he care
for when he looks into himself
he sees nothing there...
Copyright 1997 Rogue