Why?
Why am I such a
Fudging liar all the time?

Why do I lie that
I've done my work
Why do I lie that
I've done my best
Why do I lie that

I am okay?

Why is it so easy for me to
Just come up with another identity
Living under another false name
But part of me still leaks through
Because people can recognise me
By my lying habits

It's just at the tip of my tongue
I lie and lie and lie and lie;
I lie so much that sometimes
I begin to worry:

When I tell the truth,
Would anyone actually believe me?

Because there was a time,
I did tell the truth.
I did
Every single time
But I still got
Reprimanded

No one believed me
When I was good.

I was supposed to be bad.
I was supposed to under bad influence.
I was supposed to have evil friends that'd lead me to do unlawful things.

But no.

I didn't have any of that.
I used to be good.
But being good was
Bad.

And so, I lie
And lie and
Lie and
Lie so much...

One day I wonder,
Will anyone believe me
Anymore?

What the hell is the point of
Knowing?

Knowing that something is wrong
Knowing that you're not alright
Knowing that everything is in chaos

What's the point of knowing
If I can't do any
******* thing about it?

I love you  I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you  
I love you I love you I love you
I love you  I love you I love you
I love you I love you  
I love you I love you I love you

But alas, that is all I can do...

Sometimes I see poems
Talking about how
They wished the other person would
Listen more and stop ranting

Sometimes I wonder if
Those are you and your
Hidden messages to me,
Hints that went unnoticed
Before
But not anymore

I read them and feel
A tinge of guilt.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't do anything today,
I only ended up
Getting frightened with you.
I wish I did something

Something far far better,
Like comfort you or at least
Cheer you up

I'm so sorry
I'm just a

Terrible best friend

Oh boy,
I counted.
Four teeth to fill.
This is gonna be
Painful.