Alivia Sloan Poet Free verse

Lies

Oh how we depend on lies
                From whether or not you clean your room
                       Or how late you stayed up
               But my lies, oh how my lies are different
                   More twisted, dark, and complicated
                        Such as “I’m not hungry”
                                  I’m starving
                              Or “I’ve already ate”
                            I haven’t ate in 4 days
                                 Or “I’m happy”
              My happiness is as empty as a Sahara desert
                    Prowling around with many predators                          
               Equipped with the Strengths of Depression, anxiety                  
     Or perhaps “Oh I’m just wearing a hood because it’s a bit chilly!”
The truth is the night before I forcefully slid the blade across my flesh                                                            
                       To feel something other than heartbreak                                                   
                  You see, lies either wound us or make us profit
                             Oh how we depend on lies.
                            And oh how they deceive us

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Regina Mcintosh October 5, 2019 at 12:12 AM Great write, but so hope it isn't true for your - hope the poem is lies, though not for some for sure. God bless you always

Tamra Amato October 1, 2019 at 9:28 PM I love the way the lies grow in this poem and then the images carve the lies clearly to sharp precision. Great read.

Caren Krutsinger September 28, 2019 at 3:43 AM Oh my! " Or “I’m happy” My happiness is as empty as a Sahara desert Prowling around with many predators " Great writing!