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The Liar, The Fake, The Blunt One, and Me

Here I sit,

making you smile,

making you laugh.

When I speak,

you feel it's right,

You feel it's good.

So to ask you,

what am I?

I am a lie.

 

Here I sit,

bringing tears to your eyes,

running down your face.

When I speak,

you feel your heart break,

you feel so empty.

So to ask you,

what am I?

I am the truth.

 

Here I sit,

laughing at jokes,

agreeing with everything.

When I speak,

we smile and always agree

on everything.

So to ask you,

what am I?

I'm a fake.

 

Here I am,

smiling at your comforts,

crying with your distractions.

When I speak,

a few listen,

and some will choose to ignore.

So to ask you,

who am I?

I am me.

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kelsey-peyton
American
Published
Aug 1, 2011
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