Liar
Liar is what I've become,
To spare the feelings of everyone.
I won't say a word,
And you won't notice.
I'll keep quiet and smile,
And all my lies are worthwhile.
I'm sick of turning to you for help,
For you scoff at what I say,
And you become angry,
So alone in my head I lay.
You were against me when I sought help,
So I'll keep my secrets to myself.
I'll punish myself,
And won't even squeak.
I'll reply all that you inquire
With what I think you desire.
I've become a liar
This poem is about:
Me
My family