Living a Lie
Here I was, pretending
Not to see the truth that lay before me,
Like a blindfold that refuses to lift,
Forever suppressing my true thoughts
That were safely locked away in my unconscious.
But presenting my rehearsed views and opinions as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, ignoring
The truth that lay before me,
Like a ship sailing past a hidden reef,
Always repressing my real feelings
From the depths of my heart.
Yet, smiling and beaming like a sunny day, as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, avoiding
The truth that lay before me,
Like a path that winds around the truth,
Constantly curbing my true actions
That stood at the edge of my awareness.
Nevertheless, displaying a pseudo-me like a doll on a shelf and as if
The truth never existed.
But only to finally learn that
The forever, always, and constant lie
Was a short life, like a fleeting moment,
And only the truth has the forever, always, and constant life.
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