Break The Cycle

You stop me in the hallway
And you say that I did well.
Your hand placed on my shoulder -
Plastic smile, empty shell.
But I know that you secretly
See me as competition.
These lifeless words and gestures
Rankle under raw ambition.

I’m sick and tired of all these lies,
I’d rather truth than crooning sighs.
Tell me what you truly feel.
Break the cycle, take the wheel.

You fuss and fawn as I walk by.
You shower me with praises.
Lauding me as someone great
In such detailed phrases.
But save your breath for later
When you talk behind my back;
I know you hate me in and out
For something that I lack.

I’m sick and tired of all these lies.
I’d rather truth than crooning sighs.
Tell me what you truly feel.
Break the cycle, take the wheel.

I don’t want your petty smiles
I’m not one to be beguiled.
We’ll get more done if we’re real.
Break the cycle, take the wheel.