The lies will continue 

I will remain a prophet

spewing out words 

preaching what i'm not.

I am to blame for my problems

an unwarranted me ruining my chances.

A life of normalcy too scary

even for myself.

But of course i think,

Will life ever be normal?

Telling the world about my loves, current and past

letting them know a minor detail wont ruin their world

but mine

surely.

I'll just continue the lies

the life i'm living now although shrouded in a blackened haze that cripples me so much

is somehow easier to live with.

Lies aren't all that bad,

at least thats what i tell myself.