False Truth
How do you live your life
knowing you’re living a lie?
How do you admit to yourself
that everything you know is false?
I’ve been thinking,
loving,
hoping it’ll all make sense
one day.
But will it ever?
I really must ask.
Will I keep wandering this world
aimlessly,
looking for a broken light
among thousands of lies
wrapped in shadow and deceit
forever?
What’s true?
What’s false?
Or do neither exist
and only opinion stands in place?
So in this world,
filled to the brim in false truth,
what is love?
Does it even exist?
Have these flowing emotions within
been only my imagination
as I stare into the eyes
of the one I’ve longed for so?
When I kissed those gentle lips
was it a lie?
Is everything around me
just figments
of my childish imagination?
But then, if everything is false,
then my words are false too.
Copyright © Alexandra Mcmannis | Year Posted 2012
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