• With lies I hide the scars,
    With barriers I hide my heart,
    leaving you with shadows,
    concealing my misery...

    When you ask me,
    "Are you ok?"
    I simply smile,
    and say,"I'm fine",
    adding to the hundreds of lies,
    the things I cover up,
    with just a smile and lie,
    I become an illusionist.....

    I am a liar,
    I now admit,
    that most of the things I tell you,
    aren't what they seem to be,
    playing roles that don't exist....

    It hurts me to tell the truth,
    though I know that I must,
    I strive to keep the thread bare thing that's me,
    and pull the threads shut,
    hiding any trace of hurt....

    I tell you this now,
    because I have met my match,
    my own nemisis,
    my muse.....

    ....You