At this point in my life
I’m fairly certain
I’ve told more falsehoods than truths
And most of them to my gullible self
I’m trying to remedy that
In the hope of hating myself just a little bit less
(Wait that’s not true)
In the hope of being forgiven if I’m found out
Which, I guess
Is why I’m writing this dumb poem
(Wait that’s not quite true;
I think this poem — and I
Are rather clever)
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
At this point in my life
I’m fairly certain
I’ve told more falsehoods than truths
And most of them to my gullible self
I’m trying to remedy that
In the hope of hating myself just a little bit less
(Wait that’s not true)
In the hope of being forgiven if I’m found out
Which, I guess
Is why I’m writing this dumb poem
(Wait that’s not quite true;
I think this poem — and I
Are rather clever)