who are you by liz snader

Who are you? by Liz Snader

I liked you better when you were fake-

Plastic in your looks and thoughts.

Superficially caring, practically blinding

People with your fake ass smile.

I missed you more when you cared for your looks-

Primped and primed-hair and makeup become

Perfect vessels of expressing

Money,

Power,

Importance.

What happened to the girl I

Used to know who would

Break down people who were

Stopping her from being happy?

I don’t like who you are now-

I don’t wish to be your friend.

Good bye, stranger.