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You Lied to me once,
you Lied to me twice
You lied for the third time!!!
now, you are on thin ice.

I believed your lies,
I hung on your stories,
they are not adding up,
now, all I see is fury.

You better change your fibs,
If I were you, I'd be worried,
about to give you the boot,
and I'll do it in a hurry,

I am tired of the betrayal,
I won't sniffle nor cry,
It's time to kick you to the curb,
COS, OF ALL OF YOUR LIES!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/31/2025
PN Parent Aug 2014
I convince myself
conforming my thoughts
changing my memories

lies

I tell others
relaying imagery
that has never been seen
by my own eyes

but I believe them to be true
the stories

insanity

my own lies
turn to fact in my mind
and i wonder
what is real anymore

confusion

my life is a lie
my mind is convoluted

but sometimes it is better that way
I believe I am something I am not, to hide from myself the memories of what I have done. But doesn't the past make me who I am today? And yet I have altered my past memories. I am my own lie.
Qweyku May 2014
There is nothing  
Little
nor
White
about a lie.

They are both as
Broad
&
Black
as the
Night
is
Dark.


**© Qwey.ku

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