I hate lying
Its a scheme
A form of tricky
To deceive one's mind into
Believing a false reality
My head is full of them
Impossible to count
Impossible to recall them all
If I could
I'd try to separate the truth
By now,
It's blurred together
Have you ever told the truth
With a small thought in the back
of your head
Saying "It's not the truth at all."
Have you ever trusted someone
With all your heart
And fallen for their cleverness?
How many times have you been lied to
By the ones you love most
How many times
Have you lied
And how much of my
reality is false
How many things do I think
Are true, just because
I asked you?
Are they possible to count?
How large in number must
They be?
The truth is blurred together
Fused to the lies,
And I live a false reality.
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This is probably my wrost, it's crappy as hell, like most of my other ones, but it weighed heavy on my mind.
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Poems, Sweet Nothings.
PoetryA collection of sloppily put together poems that I make in a form of venting. Enjoy. -- most of them aren't written in the correct form poems should be, i tend to avoid it.
