
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