A web of lies hidden evil spins. A group of people live within. They could get out, but they know the real truth hurts too much to show. They know their life is a lie, but the painful truth they will deny. So they put it off as long as they can and try to paint on a happy face, until sh-- hits the fan. Until it all explodes in front of their faces. and the truth comes out and they're forced to face it. That they've been used. That they've been abused. That they've been poked at and tormented, so they can be told they're dramatic, when they finally blow a fuse. That they've been defending and standing for the one who was lying right under their noses for their own benefit. And though they already knew, when the truth comes out, It. Still. Hurts.
This is where my poems stop being old and start being about me. Some bullcrap happened around this time. Really messed me up so I wrote about it a lot.