If I stop living
Will the world go on fulfilling
Or start stilling
My biggest enemy
Is the one the mirror shows back
Right in front of me
The word liar
Written boldly on my face
But I'll chase it away
because everyday
I put up with this phase
A painfully ugly daze
Why wont it disappear
My mind is bloody and bruised
Sick in fear
Truthfully I have no truth
Everybody sees me
The way they'll always see me
An honest deed
But I wanna flee
Leave this life behind
Where nobody can find
This disarranged soul
That cant be controlled
I'm a big liar
And nobody shall know
Not even on the darkest day
Should this be told
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The Power Of Ink
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