This an addition to the Post-it Poems collection, a series of short and sweet animated poems originally written by me on Post-it notes. This is a short poem about fake people holding a facade and then revealing their true colours.
Post-it Poems No.7
Maybe my eyes played a trick on me,
But now I see your true colours.
Now the thought of you is sick to me.
Your attitude and face are butters.
Now I don’t even wanna converse with you.
Nothing to talk about
And I don’t wish a curse on you,
‘Cause by the state of you,
You already have one no doubt.