WALKING LIE

Sat, 08/27/2016 - 19:03 -- KLANDLA

 WALKING LIE

 

I am a walking lie.

Cursed at birth until I die.

Nothing true, Nothing real.

Love, affection I cannot feel.

All my life has been untrue.

The words or the motions that I do.

Lied to family, friends and more.

Hearts in half because I tore.

Everyone I meet, I hurt them to.

I'm sad to say,... Including You....

   ~Linus.A.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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