You know it's funny,
Lot of times I look sunny.
Lot of times I feel funny.
Ha ha, ha ha just love it.
But really you don't know,
How could you know?
All the meaning behind "I'm fine".
A little white lie.
Brilliant disguise.
Hiding how I feel,
Is this for real?
Smile for the BeReal.
Conceal the real deal,
The wounds that can't heal.
I hope that you don't know how I feel.
I hope you can't empathize with the real me.
Little white lies to conceal me.
For those of you who see past the smile.
For those of you who can read the pain in my eyes,
I hope that you know that I get you,
Maybe that's a little white lie.
Everybody's got their own demons.
Their reasons.
Their feelings.
I'm bleeding,
To show someone how I feel.
To show them the me I seal behind my bedroom door.
The one who can't take this anymore.
The one who wants to black out on the floor.
Bottles all on the floor.
Done forevermore.
The one who just diplores,
Everything trapping him in this nightmare renewed
Constantly driving him down to Misery Avenue
Wishing he could start anew,
Be with- you know who right now.
But for real I'm so tired.
To be fair I've tried.
I've given up, I tried.
I'm exhausted inside.
I really just want to hide from the pain.
But it's ok I'm getting better in my brain, just sitting and watching all the flood rain pour on down,
little white lies, mayday man down!
I'm too scared to swim.
I think that I'll drown.
Falling down,
don't look back,
Keep going down,
No, don't look back,
Keep resting, don't look back.
Fade to black.
YOU ARE READING
White Lies
PoetryMy twenty-first work, just about my life right now I guess, it's kinda directed towards my friends (not blaming them but just kinda showing them that maybe my smile isn't always a reflection of how I feel) but I feel like a lot of people might be ab...
