Your the girl who lies,
You've been doing this your whole life.
Why,
Why do you try so hard to keep up with these lies?
You try so hard to hide it
but
I can see all of it.
So stop trying to be perfect.
Cause the skeletons in your closet say the opposite.
You can try and pretend.
But I can see how you crumble inside.
It's hard to keep up with the lies
When the pain becomes too much to describe.
With those bags under your eyes.
Your cheeks start to go sore;
From the fake smiles you put on.
And you throat starts to sting;
From all the lies you've been spewing.
So please
Stop this, it isn't any fun.
It's not helping anyone.
Your faking things that should be real.
Your lying about how you feel.
As your fake smile starts fading,
Your fake facade starts degrading.
Leaving nothing but dust;
And a girl without a face,
Or even a personality.
Because she tried to be like everyone else in this society.
So please,
Drop the act
And just try being yourself.
Before you become
The girl who lies,
Permanently.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
