What is it that you fear
so much to live through lies?
What is it that you hide
so deep down inside?
The black clouds that gather,
like halos in the sky,
rest upon the heads
of those who crucify
and drag down the ones
who they seek to vilify.
Just to save themselves,
they get buried in the ties
and each and every time
that they try to deny
what they've done or said
and use excuse to justify,
the lies that they have written
are waiting just behind
to shove them off their high horse
and finally clarify
that for those who choose deception,
the end is always nigh.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
