Poems of a broken artist

lying.

She looked him straight in the eye, no fidgeting, not a scared bone in her body, and lied. 

She lied without even stopping to think of a story. 

She lied so bluntly but perfectly forgetful and detailed. 

She lied so well it looked as though she'd done it everyday for years. 

She lied about her entire life in a flash. 

She lied with no regret but sadness in her soul, 

                      If you look deep, deep, deep into her eyes, 

                          You see a sad soul. one who's lied too many times to count. 

She lied so well that no one could tell. 

She lied to him. 

She lied to them. 

She lied to herself. 

            So much, not even She new if it was the truth or not. 

She lied so much she had picture memories of a childhood she never had. 

She lied so much she couldn't tell what was real about her. 

            But deep down she knew, unconsciously, in her heart that her sadness was a lie, her happiness, anger, everything..

                       Everything but the numbness. 

In the dark of the night, no sound can be heard as everyone but her sleeps peacefully. 

    The light sniffle here and there, the pillows hitting her face, she was so numb to it all. 

                                                                                                   She couldn't even cry.