Silent Lies
The lies I tell
Aren’t in words
Or in character.
They don’t tell stories;
They don’t create virtues.
My lips don’t build cities that never existed
Nor do my actions tell of merits I never earned.
Rather, my lies are in actions.
Not in hypocrisy,
Nor blasphemy,
But in heart.
My words and my heart don’t line up.
I sit on the other side of the screen as a dagger enters my soul,
And as I slowly bleed out
I whisper to myself,
“I don’t really care.”
And yet, I know
The greatest lies we tell
Are to ourselves.
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