What is real

Searching
To find what is real
Thrown aside like a dirty old rag
By those I trusted
Those with pearly white teeth
Speaking words of love
From a God made in their own image
Worshipping themselves
Like narcissists
Oh how spotless they thought they were
How smooth
What silky words they spoke
Caressing me
Playing their mind games
But these were whitewashed walls
Tombs reaching out with creepy fingers
Drawing me into their living death
Oh those pearly white teeth
And the smiles that filled their whole faces
Like a snarl
On disguise
Once you touched me
Now you never will again