Funny.
Their voices speak delicately,
and hands are ever so easy,
wrenching past failure and pains
until you're full circle, once again,
smooth words caress away self scorn
until self-worth is reborn,
in you, their confidence lies
Trusting,
you're drawn swiftly into their presence,
raped of all natural logic,
your mind becomes an open window
until a mighty wind blows,
and they cut you with sly grins, 
killing you softly with their eyes
as hatefulness begins to rise.
As the curtain draws on the carnival 
and masks are removed,
walls are erected, emotions no longer a mirage
as you know their kindness just a facade;
the same hands that pats you on the back 
are sometimes quick to stab you in the back.