I'm Wrong

LIES...

she tells as if they're her story

as if the truth is an inconvenience to her

as if the crystal words sting her tongue 

as if they linger.

FACTS...

she thinks of as unknown territory

as if she has no knowledge of a glass concept

as if she can't admit the right to herself

as if she has no comprehension of a familiar phrase

as if its something unkept, unclean.

HIDING...

she will if that's al there is left

as if the words she puts together are her concrete curtain

as if they protect her from what is really within

as if she were alice; through the looking glass- broken

as if she can escape the pain.

LIGHT...

she has not seen for a while

as if it burns through her transparent sheets

as if a willing bask is too much to bare

as if she can't bring herself to the realization of good

as if it is an unwelcome friend, an uncanny surprise back again

TIME...

she watches tick away behind her shattered looking glass

as if it were a trick, an illusion

as if it wasn't real enough to deserve a turned head

as if the seconds wasted away didn't mean a thing

as if everything was chaos...anarchy.

BREAKING...

she will when she grows and matures as everyone young shall do

as if she's the exception, the loophole, the rule

as if she is unable to confront what is behind the glass

as if she is convinced her fate has decided to spare her

as if she's the special, the only, the one.

HER...

Facade will collapse and bring forth what is buried.

Being one with what has been spoken as past comes in sly.

Until she's engulfed; drowned by the pieces and chips cutting away at her last lonely breath.

the LIES told and FACTS neglected, HIDING from the truthful LIGHT; only TIME before her front will be BREAKING.

Just two simple words can set her free at last.