hypocrisy

Paris
without rain
is not Paris
you said
yet

you judge
my tears
like
a rose
that exists
with thorns
as with
my anguish
and mourns
that
bother you

so while
dogs shall
be dogs
it is
to my
dismay
I must obey
to be
a made up
version
a conversion
an
inversion
of
what you
call "ME"