Games We Play

I can't keep my story from unswerving Just deceitful miles of enticing Getting tired of the lies Acting alert and passionate Persona and demeanor Is all I utter, but in reality I divert with discorncert Confidence to be more is what you see But I'm aflutter, feel's like a defect A damn disease, waiting for the demon's To strick again, sunrise to sunset "is this all there is?" The "phantom fathom" is creeping Feeling them seeping in, I'm enraged But can't cease 'em and their seepage Diffide and divide me of my strength Deprive me of my sense I may stumble but I do not fall My ball is lost in high weeds But still, I fall not for their creeds