I needed someone to lie to me,
For such a long time.
Now,
I've become the liar,
And they believe me,
Seemingly wholeheartedly.
She's too innocent,
She can see through me,
She'll probably blame herself,
And they all believe me,
When I say I'm fine,
Or that I'm just tired.
I'm not playing a game with them.
I'm just hiding everything.
They don't need to know,
How I feel inside.
Maybe I'm caught in this,
In this twisted and overgrown lie.
I can't escape it.
It's a monster,
And I can't run from it,
And I can't kill it,
I'm too weak.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
