Lie

Lie

I am happy with what I do, I'm happy where I am

I put in a lot of work, and I'm doing all I can.

Except these are all just lies, that I lived with all my life

oh how I want to say that out loud, before facing reapers scythe.

It doesn't have to be the best, all that matters is that it's true,

I can't say it to my parents, I just want to just be through.

I need to get it off my chest, for my own sake, I want to scream:

ALL MY LIFE SEEMS LIKE A LIE, IT IS SOME KIND OF WICKED DREAM!

I have my dreams, like all of us do,

I hope that one day they come true.

But all I can do now is pray,

GOD, PLEASE MAKE ME CHANGE SOMEDAY!

I don't know why... it feels so rushed...

I feel like I am being crushed,

By the weight of all my lies,

Though truth is seeping through my eyes.

Not my friends, not family, no one close to me can know,

The extent of, this tragedy... I didn't think I'll fall that low.

The last thing that I want to see, before I finish this silly joke:

Disgust, while they all look at me, I bet that I would get a stroke.