Eight mouths
Seven eyes
Two ears
Nine dimes
Bet on the devil
Sweet and horrible
Wearing a halo of horse skin
Trading daffodils
For a soul
Trading secrets for a dime
Thrown all but into a hole
Secrets climbs
Spilling out
scorching the skin as overflows
A cloth weaved of thorns
Peeved
Pricking and brushing my burns
Soft and buttered with lies
Sweet as chocolate
Smooth
Seemingly flows off your ‘8’ mouths
A moth to a flame
How to lie
Guilt ridden
Fleeing
Faster than a raccoon digging up trash
Caught chewing on its on lies
Walk the halls
Whispering
Eyes seem to never be the same
Color changing
Tears wilted
Rose plucked dry
Leaving only your thorns
Once beautiful
Broken and of so painful
Pain is mine now
To much of your own to handle
Overflowing and overbearing
Guilt ridden
I’ll flee too
Scared of overthinking
Overflowing
Injuring the garden around me

I am a liar
a pathological liar to be exact
you can perceive me in many ways, shapes, or forms
but in the end of the day
the way you view me will just be simple act
that I have created just to make you put your trust in me

I can say that I'm an "angel at heart"
but unfortunately for you
I can make you see the world as an ongoing hell
were the people that you love are just two - face demons that want you to forever rot in everlasting eternity
and I'll be the angel to save you (blind you) from those two - face demons

I can also say that "I can never hurt a fly"
but if you were a hopeless fly fluttering around my line of sight
I can easily trap you inside a jar
or cocoon you inside my hands
or maybe I'll just squish you slowly with *******
then I'll make you perceive it as a home(prison) for now on

For I am a liar
and you will find out eventually
so, if you were to sit me down and ask me
"Why would you put these lies in my head"
I would say
"Because why not"

I sought recovery.
After my first breakup.
Social service attracted me.
I volunteered to teach for free.

Soon, I was back to old ways.
Delving deep into romance,
Finding my lucky chance,
Addiction called me again.

A co-volunteer she was.
And why not? Why not?
Me, she found interesting,
Who doesn't like an artist?

But she was a cold-blooded narcissist.
Yes, bigger than me, bigger than me,
Her pursuits included the world,
My pursuit was limited to her.

What went on in my life,
What she put me through,
What I found myself dealing with,
What I went through during that time.

Tasked with thirteen exams,
Me she had challenged,
Her narcissistic ways,
I cleared them all,

She was a liar,
Had a bloated ego,
I deflated her balloon,
She finally inflated mine.