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Live the lie Baby
I have to live the lie that really, I'm just tired.
3 kids, a dog, the job... my melancholly sigh.
I need to live the lie, and hide and stay inside
No answering that phone, pretending I'm not home.
I have to be a girl; hormonal and unsure.
A thin and willowy bird. Delicate, not disturbed.
I fake the smile, ice thin.Chat; banal, hollow tin.
The girls are 'fine', me too. Fine fine fine, and you?
I want to touch the core. Rip it out; pull with force.
This thing that stole my life. Don't want it any more.
I have to live the lie, that I'm good. Don't make me cry.
Touch me something please or I will simply, quietly leave.
Don't speak to me, just be. Content to know and see.
Don't push, don't preach, don't tell. Don't pray that I get well.
I have to live the lie -I have that happy life
and not curl up and cry ' bastard fucking why? '
I have to tell the lie I want to live, oh yes,
not die.
3 kids, a dog, the job... my melancholly sigh.
I need to live the lie, and hide and stay inside
No answering that phone, pretending I'm not home.
I have to be a girl; hormonal and unsure.
A thin and willowy bird. Delicate, not disturbed.
I fake the smile, ice thin.Chat; banal, hollow tin.
The girls are 'fine', me too. Fine fine fine, and you?
I want to touch the core. Rip it out; pull with force.
This thing that stole my life. Don't want it any more.
I have to live the lie, that I'm good. Don't make me cry.
Touch me something please or I will simply, quietly leave.
Don't speak to me, just be. Content to know and see.
Don't push, don't preach, don't tell. Don't pray that I get well.
I have to live the lie -I have that happy life
and not curl up and cry ' bastard fucking why? '
I have to tell the lie I want to live, oh yes,
not die.
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