You ask me a question,
One too hard to answer.
One that would kill you,
If you knew the truth.
Every question you ask,
Is answered with a lie,
Because if told you,
Then you would cry.
You ask me again,
"Are you alright?"
But my answer won't change,
Whether it's the truth or not.
You question me once more,
"Are you okay?"
Still, my response doesn't waver,
To your dismay.
Again, you ask the same question,
And I give you the same answer.
But today you've seen through my lies,
And tell me to "Cut the crap."
You've seen beyond my mask,
You no longer believe my lies.
Is it to mean my downfall,
Or is it a blessing in disguise?
YOU ARE READING
To Infinity & Beyond
PoetryA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
