I lie.

The emptiness
behind my words.

Hollow.
This isn't what I feel.

It's a lie.
But it's so believable.

I'm good.
Too good.
For my own sake.
Health.
Well-being.

I write the lines of my own tragedy.
Suffering
more with each sentence.

Paranoia.
Anxiety.
Fear.

All on my list.
I write my own demise.

I.
Lie.

Reviews

[Liz-z]

Wow, amazing poem! The words where so moving and there meanings where just, wow. Indeed I enjoyed reading this piece, and hope you continue expressing your feelings, whether it's a lie or not! :)