Tell Me Lies

Ask me a question,
Lay your insecurities at my feet.
Wish for the answer
You wish you would hear...
Wait silently for confirmation
Of an opinion you value--
A diamond put on display
Encased in a box of glass
And pray.
Pray I cradle it gently,
Take it out, put it on satin sheets,
That I watch over it with care
Not cast aside worthless junk...
Wrap it up in Christmas paper
Tie a bow on it
And hand it back to you unscathed.
Hope that I don't mar it
With my unique fingerprints
Or clean the dust
Burying the sense of fragility.
Trust me not to shatter
The illusion--
Hand you a lump of coal
And tell you it's a diamond.