Someone once told me,
I would be a preeminent poet.
I have yet to believe them.
Someone once whispered,
I was too pretty to be lonely.
I will never believe them.
Someone once stuttered,
Close yet so far,
That I was beautiful.
I should have believed them.
Why didn’t I?

Because people lie
They spew false hopes;
Fill your naive mind with fantastic notions
Then, when you’re crushed and broken,
All alone, on the stone cold floor
Of your imagination
They will point their sickly fingers and chuckle
Saying “You ignorant child.”
For you believed there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

The truth?
You’re not in a tunnel,
But a box
L.N.S.