Lied to
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WALKING LIE
I am a walking lie.
Cursed at birth until I die.
Nothing true, Nothing real.
Love, affection I cannot feel.
All my life has been untrue.
The words or the motions that I do.
I'd appreciate not being lied to
Or made a fool of.
I'd have sch joy,
I'd pick all theflowers
and plant them where rivers
had fell down my cheeks.
I'd share a dance with the rain
What is it to be the one
Who watches their world fall apart before their eyes?
What is it to be innocent
as the ones you love break the walls
and often... -themselves upon them?
