Who am I? Who is she? Who are they?
Every day we pretend, we betray, too cliché.
Many lies you have told, ending up believing those.
Being liars between us, move the door not really close.
There is a maze in my mind, where I been trapped for being blind.
How you feel you have lied, and your emotions are confined.
I have tried, really hard, hiding and faking through the night.
Living in the dark, but being guided by a light.
My mind was chaos killing my dreams,
And my madness expressed with all the little screams.
I made cuts and cover them with my sleeves,
While watching the fall with its falling leaves.
There is a future, where the past should be forgotten.
People talk to make it unforgotten.
Better fake it than regret it,
Just a smile to forget it.
Your darker nightmare became your reality itself,
Becoming a monster and then losing yourself.
We been "happy" by smiling
And we will die with the lying.
My life was a tornado of miseries going faster,
My feelings turned wicked and I got even sadder.
YOU ARE READING
Your Own Lies
PoetryHave you ever lied to yourself and ending up believing yourself? Then this poem is for you.
