My Lie
What makes a lie?
The truth caught in your eyes?
The truth that can’t escape the fate?
The desire you can’t sate?
I’m so used to the lies,
the untruths I despise.
I can’t tell the truth,
a struggle I’ve had since youth.
I don’t know how to tell anyone,
all the things I’ve done,
Hair standing up on my nape,
the secrets about my cape.
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