Monster
Does it makes me a monster
If I didn't smile today
If I shed a tear tonight
And if I told a lie yesterday
Maybe it does
All they want
Is fake smiles
Pretty eyes, pretty lies
Would it make me a monster
If I faked a smile
To see yours shine
Maybe it would
Did it make me a monster
When I told you I was fine
When I told you all those pretty lies
Hidden by pretty, pretty shiny eyes
You aren't a monster
You make monsters
You lie to monsters
And you kill them
Bitten lips, closed eyes
Hollow heart
Broken jaw
From pretty, pretty shiny smiles
Golden red
Bloodshot eyes
You raised the gun
I raised my monsters
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
