I'll admit it, I'm scared,
in fact, terrified,
truth is so unknown,
I've built my life on lies;
on 'I love you's,
the 'I won't leave's,
on 'I'm fine's,
and 'no I don't really like short sleeves',
I seek no comfort from the truth,
I wish it wasn't so
I find such comfort in my lies,
they never have to know.
But when does it go too far,
when do I decide to stop?
When my lies betray me,
when my teeth begin to rot?
Perhaps we'll soon find out,
surely this can't go on;
that's why I'm so scared,
my comfortable lies are gone.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PuisiI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
