Everyone's a Liar
I'm just the one
whose words
weave a story
made of glass
Everyone's a thief
I'm the one
whose hands
Get sliced
When I finally
speak the truth
Everyone's crooked
and everyone's insane
I'm the one whose made my flaws
into melodramatic art
in exchange
for words
i'll never hear
Here stands a broken..
Not a woman
not a girl
not human
not anyone
too soft (too hard)
full of ugly things
that sew me shut
whispers
rumors of a painted on smile
and a carefully constructed facade
How much hate
can I take
I'm a loser
I don't even remember what I used to be
Expectations
so out of reach
bad daughter
fake good
sister
if only they could see... well
they wouldn't dare..
would they