Lie, lie, lie.
That's all I get out of you.
Excuse, excuse, excuse.
That's all your true friends get out of you.
Fake, fake, fake.
That's what everyone views you as.
Addict, addict, addict.
When will you learn that no one
Sees you as anything good?
Except for the creepy old men in
Towns and cities nearby.
Fake, fake, fake.
Is what you display.
- do you even know yourself these days or have you lost all sense of identity?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
PoetryThe things that my mind thinks of at midnight when my mind can never sleep. The reality and the dreams, emotions and thoughts all wrapped together In this collection of poetry I let you see what's inside of my mind and life. Enjoy reading these word...
