You say my reality is distorted;
I don't see you,
I see some perfect specimen
who doesn't belong beneath your face.
Yet, I can't let it go.
Your actions reflect on closed eyes;
your mistakes chalked up as conspiracies against you.
You can't do anything wrong,
can you?
Yes, it is all in your power.
You deceived me.
No, that's incorrect;
I deceived myself.
It took me too long to realise
that I was already in your prison.
Will you have mercy on me?
But I know the answer;
Compassion cannot be found in a place full of pretenses.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poetry"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
