The Mask Has Fallen

The mask has fallen: everyone can see
The way you handled things when times were hard
And trouble left us loveless, scorned and scarred.
Now that we're unencumbered, fair and free,
We feel you treated us indifferently
When you believed you held the winning card.
We were not shamed, no, nor were we disbarred,
And you did not triumph, not over me.

We know now what you really are, inside:
Imperious, and pusillanimous,
Filled with malicious spite and animus.
You've held your feelings down, you had to hide
The things you really thought, but you were snide
When it was time to be magnanimous.