Lovely lies

There's some truth to this or maybe when I wrote I had some feeling of resentment

I wrote her a lovely letter, she didn't reply
I didn't mind, why, because the words were lies
Surprised, I'm not, used to the words I write
They don't even hurt when it backfires
Because the craft has numbed my feelings
Completely killed them and my lies sound like truth
But yesterday I was exposed by own lines
Same one I wrote that brought back the feeling
I was like "wow! Do I really feel this?"
And realized that truth still leaves me vulnerable
I seem like I'm human, they see the humor
The sympathy, and the gentle touch
I'm naked without the tough act and the fictionized facts
I got that cold look and blind heart
I choose to see love and pass right at, it
Love whoever just to have something to write on this spring semester paper
For an A from the professor who I hate his lectures
Or do I fear the to be trapped in forces I can't control
The sinking feeling in the worm hole
Something to think about