Hide, out of sight
behind the cover
of the lies
some big some small
i may have told them all
run, fast as the wind
legs pumping harder
run from the truth
some good some bad
I cannot accept it
Fight, for your life
scratch and claw
to stay ignorant
to not know
what i told them all
I want to stay like this
ignorance is bliss
lies protect
truth kills
if they know

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Poems
PoesíaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.