Losing
Empty hands hold simple joys
With hopes of love, to which it toys
Silver tears fill up my lungs
My perception of my life is hung
The scent of hatred ensnares my mind
The terrors of the world aren't kind
They take your soul and tear it apart
To describe it? No, I could not start
The only truth I hold is small
Hardly worth the mention at all
As I lay in bed tonight
I know I'm in a losing fight
To hold my life inside its place
To kill my shame, I hide my face
I let myself live the lie
Hopping that the World will buy
The foux facade I'm putting on
One day each lie, they will be gone
Copyright © Kristi Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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