Lie

A cold lie escapes my lips

Poisoning my words

With cold hard hate.

People shrink with fear

For my face is now gone

The lie has

Ruined.

My.

Life.

I cover it up with 

A mask

A mask of security

And happiness.

Try to redeem myself

With blood.

With a knife. 

With doubt.

But the lie stays. 

It always does.

This poem is about: 
Me

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