Lies

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Lies

One hand was raised to crash against my stinging flesh
Another raised to grab my hair and rip it half to death
No shoulder left to rest upon and cry my tired eyes
Just quick thoughts inside my head to cover it with lies

Shame on me for letting blame be placed upon my head
Where I am treated differently because I’m me instead
A voice I have that needs to speak and say what’s on it’s mind
A compacted voice where pain and fear is all that’s left behind

To sit inside these four walls and wish it wasn’t me
That put up with the heartache and what should never be
Abuse that isn’t shouldered on the back of he who deals
But pushes all that happens on the only one who feels

Invisible are most of the marks upon my face
Hidden behind the lies is only my disgrace
The truth I keep inside myself can not be laid to rest
And lying to the world seems the only thing that’s best

Most days are good and worthy of the torment in my soul
Others seem to drag along by a lonely stupid fool
To think that things are equal or will ever really be
Is to look into the future and not see what’s to be seen

Sheltered by the lies I tell to make it all seem great
To those that care the most for me and don’t treat me second rate
A lie as big as boulders that holds me where I stand
Nothing left to do for I am doing all I can

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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