the lies and truths fumble around your head
which is which your not sure
where do the lies end
what is true
everyone gets to you
you cant accept compliments anymore
you don't think they are true
you even think the mirror is playing cruel tricks on you
you use a blade every night its the only thing bringing you truth
you get laughed at for the scars
you don't mind
at least you know they are real
and not another cruel lie
