She sits and plots at night,
What she does is written in the walls
Its a landslide
She moves around in secret
The lies she spins
Are to fool everyone
She pretends
She's not right
She lashes out
Because she has no voice
She makes up
To fend for herself
Its a harsh world
But a harsher lie
The lovely lies
She loves to tell
Are beautiful
But fake
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
