Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2021
I've lied
but don't we all?

As we grow,
a part of us dies.

Like an onion skin
layers of lies envelop me
They said that I've changed,
yet I don't know which way

I've played pretend,
tried masks and
eventually forgot
which one was
truly mine.
Who am I supposed to be?
Written by
Brumous  King's guillotine
(King's guillotine)   
       guy scutellaro, Sage, Eloisa, AM, Emaya and 10 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems