I should win an award
for my acting abilities.
I should get some kind of recognition
for every time I said I was okay
with a straight face.
I should have something
for every time I lied to you
and you believed it.
There'd be hundreds,
maybe thousands,
of awards if it were so.
But no,
all I get is a pang of guilt
and another sleepless night.
I really ought to be an actress,
because lying is second nature to me.
The only problem is this:
I'm not entirely sure if I'd play
the tragic hero,
the damsel in distress,
or the villain.
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PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
