Sometimes I go through my notebook like...
What is this???
Is this poetry???
Did I write this???
See when I write I go to a place where only I exist
Because only I can see through my eyes
So only I can see the lies they tell
They want to see friends
But I can only see people that wish I fail
You can never manipulate eyes
By telling lies
So I only believe what I see
Never what I hear
But sometimes the things I hold near
Turn out to be lies
Sometimes my eyes drop tears
But I don't know why...