The lines are so blurred.
Dark lies equal to white lies.
White lies harmonize with truth.
Fragmented stories.
You look in the mirror and lie.
The truth is buried 6 feet down under.
We all bow to a chaotic world.
These lies so embedded in the skin sleep tightly?
Sleep deprivation no longer agitates the conscious.
What’s wrong is right, and what’s right is wrong.
Nothing makes sense.
No one makes sense.
And yet it’s okay—to live happily.
You look me in the eye with a veil.
And you dare say it’s your truth.
It’s a lie.
Your truth.
Mine.
©Ana P. Rose & Anaprose 2017.
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