i am your lie. i'm not fit to go on
and yet i keep going on like a song
it's all an illusion, and i am too meek
to crack the shell open and show how i'm weak
i am your lie. i know it's the truth
but even you don't, so what is my truth?
i pay my repentance each day at the time
to make sure my bells will swing and then chime
i am your lie. it's not quite the truth
i make a new day out of lies and my truth
if i am your lie and i'm also your truth
then who knows what i can be,
when i become you?
YOU ARE READING
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PoésieA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
