Heads you adore,
tails you abhor,
and I don't know which is which.
Cause you curse or smile
with a shrugging denial
and I'm the one who's a bitch?
But - it matters not
it all turns to rot,
and I shouldn't take the time.
You know how you feel.
I'm a memory - still -
I just had to compose this rhyme.
For all your nay-says
and dark-riddled ways,
it's never appeared more true.
You can stall and deny
til the day you die,
but someone still sees through you.

Good or bad, I see your true.