I... I need to change.
Change my friends.
And I know I'm 3 years too late.
Or 3 months too late.
Or just too late.
But I need to be accepted.
I need help.
At the moment,
I only have written words.
Never any spoken ones.
I've survived two years
of written ones.
[Long paragraphs and
supportive messages.]
But I'm still dying.
A few people have the chance
to change that.
I... I know I'm asking a lot.
I know I'm a horrible person.
I know what I've done.
But please accept me.
Give me love.

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My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly