You ask my name

And say you know me

But do you?

Here is a seemingly trivial question most dismiss

Who am I?

Isn't the lie's trader

The one you least expect

If you knew me

You'd know my secrets

You'd see my pain

You'd see the bleeding wound

You'd know my journey to Hell

And the trip back

You wouldn't give me pity

You wouldn't see my smiles as real

You could hear my cry

You would hear the tears

Spilled upon the glass

You say you know me

But why can't you see my bleeding heart

You would know me as

The lie's trader

The person who acts brave

Yet truly is frightened

No, you don't know me

You may never know me

"But I do" you protest

You want to test my theory?

Why can't you see my bleeding heart