Lies and Cries

You used to call me your sweetheart,
I was your only obsession,
I was your princess,
Your goddess,
You my untilting saviour.

When you were worried,
You cried, You screamed,
When you were woe'd,
You'd stagger, You swore,
I still used to cradle you,
In the warmth of my heart.

Now that you have everything,
You are the master of the world,
I am reduced to a mere heap?
Am I nothing more than your usual dump?

Can't I see through your facade?
I used to dismiss it,
with a mere whim,
But now,
It's really unmasked.

What did you think?
I won’t know?
I am a scrubbed doormat?
To remove your untamed muck?

It's all over,
Even if we want to rekindle it,
Because,
I am sick, tired of your lies,
Your unruly screamings and cries.