Facade

Sitting on sand, watching the setting sun,
the world seems beautiful and serene.
Just as you see the beautiful carpet,
and not the dust that I swept underneath.

You came, you saw and you thought you conquered,
convinced that you had pulled off a perfect rescue.
I too played along and appeared cornered,
not letting you know that I was saving you.

Those unkind words and vicious deeds,
I assured you, had been all forgotten.
For you, it was convenient to believe,
the nice facade over the core that's rotten.