Fake
You said I was deceitful
To that I agree
The things I put you through
Cause only misery
I wish you understood
I know not what I feel
I know not what I think
Or of the words I spill
It's like my head and heart
Don't intertwine
So I say whatever
Which leads to lies
I know my faults
Mistakes I've made
But one thing I know
Is I'm not fake
Or am I?
YOU ARE READING
Until she was happy
ПоэзияHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
