Pile of lies

July 21, 2015

She trickled on her tip-toes

With words uttering from her mouth

She looked in the mirror everyday

And told herself things that would make her happy

Like tumbling blocks

Her words started to stack high,

But do you remember

What happens when you pile one too many blocks on all of the rest?

An avalanche of regret soon falls to the ground,

And eventually,

She with it.

She always knew

That if she told herself a lie enough times,

She would solemnly believe it.

So that is what she did

And her life was lived with a green sky

And pink grass

As she grew

So far from reality

The truth started to burn like radiantly beaming sunlight

And in the end

She was confused as to what was hurting her the most

She was no longer sure whether it was

The truth

The lies

-m.c.-

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