Hot Tea

Warm and sweet
You fill my stomach
And comfort me
Light brown
In my blue mug
Almost too perfect
What a mockery
Whispering lies
“You’re beautiful.
You’re popular.
You’re perfect.”
But I’m familiar with its sarcastic tone
And I now know why people prefer coffee
Coffee tells you the truth
The black liquid is blunt
Not a liar
Hot Tea

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