Lies
The lies I tell are to myself that is how I have always felt, never thinking about the
world around me.
Lies to me are my water and food I live on what I say to you.
My one day of truth has come and gone, my one chance to live outside the wall.
Lies are all that I know.
Lies are all that I have ever told.
Lies are why I will never be able to hold.
Copyright © Barb Wiste | Year Posted 2011
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