I wonder if I'm being real
I think about what it would be like to be nice,
Do I speak my truths or set a trap
That with one wrong move could snap back,
Or do I tell a lie and be attacked
Or tell the truth and be set back
At times I think lies don't hurt
But when I tell them I lose my heart;
I lay awake thinking out loud
Only to find my mind making no sound,
But my heart stops at an end
For the lies I've told and heard
Make me sad and, finally put me to end
I want to cry but no words come
I lay there silent no lies to come
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
I wonder if I'm being real
I think about what it would be like to be nice,
Do I speak my truths or set a trap
That with one wrong move could snap back,
Or do I tell a lie and be attacked
Or tell the truth and be set back
At times I think lies don't hurt
But when I tell them I lose my heart;
I lay awake thinking out loud
Only to find my mind making no sound,
But my heart stops at an end
For the lies I've told and heard
Make me sad and, finally put me to end
I want to cry but no words come
I lay there silent no lies to come
I had to write a sonnet for English and this is what I came up with, I didn't add the Shakespearean words but I think the point gets across