i live
my life
in lies.
i keep
my secrets
in my eyes.
yet somehow
you still get hypnotized.
if you ever asked,
i wouldn't deny,
that almost ever word
i've ever said,
has been
a lie.
i'm sick of things,
never going my way.
and i'm sick of never knowing,
the right things to say.
and the words get stuck,
and my hands get tied,
and although i've tried,
i just can't hide,
the secrets that live,
deep inside,
but i can't help but realize,
that writing this,
just like usual,
i lied.