Poem - Lies

 

Until my last breath

My face is a mask.

I replaced my own smile

With a false one.

A permanent fixture

Upon my happy, bright face.

 

My whole life is a lie

A lie that cannot be untold

Sometimes I wonder,

"Do I even exist?"

Or is everything I know

A falsity?

 

I am mostly unaware

Until the lie has been

Uttered from my lips.

It's like a part of my brain that

I cannot control

I cannot reason with.

 

The brain refuses all compromise

And when he wants something

He will make it happen.

 

Sometimes the lies are so small

They're unnoticeable

Even to me.

These are the worst ones;

The ones I start to believe.

 

There are some lies that are monstrous

They consume everything around them

And as soon as the words have escaped from

Their prison of my mouth

I ask myself, Why?

 

My life is a lie

Created story by story

Day by day

Year by year

 

Until now;

I cannot remember myself

The ‘Me’ I am supposed to be

Is lost

Behind the ‘Me’ I am trying to be.