Worked Up Lies
Mind tormented with stresses of the day.
Misled truths and thoughts in disarray.
A purveyor of lies, they are to me.
Unfairly treated, their so-called bribery.
Against a wall, repeatedly my head pounds.
Nothing is played out right, revenge on rebound.
Just let me go to collect my dignity.
Your fibs just keep adding up the ante.
I am spent and somber, from your wrong dealings.
Please just let me go from your mental beatings.
Copyright © Erin Werner | Year Posted 2009
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