Hidden Voices

My thoughts after an arguement with my dad, but really how I feel a lot of times.

Damn this preprogrammed tongue;
never letting me say my feelings.
flowery words, well-meaning meaning-less phrases
vibrate into the fake atmosphere.
Thank you;
You're welcome;
please;
sorry;
Those copied words resound from my tongue,
but no meaning echos.
My true thoughts lay hidden by these foul misguideings.
You've hurt me;
beaten me;
walked all over my garden of peace
and transformed it into a pyramid of

Hate
doubt
mistrust &
malcontent

This fake mask of smiles and laughter
longs to be flipped
just a few times.
For once, my true feelings can frolick
in the alarm on your face.
instead of dying and rotting within my
thinking, thoughtful, example of a sincere head.