Lies

by Pippin O'Leary

Sick, sick sick
Somehow, I’ve become sick
Sick of all the lies I’ve been fed
been told, have carried, and imagined.

I never get caught, but somehow, I get trapped
in tangled thorny vines, constricting my path
Never mine, those that could cause agony
But somehow I cause pain to those around me

Never told them this, never told them that
How did I know I should have?
How could I know I should have?
Should have told, clarified, shed light on the subject

For somehow, every one is left in the dark
and I hold the candle, but don’t know what to do.
Pass it on? light it up?
Or throw it down
So light is now night and the homeless are crowned.

Befuddled, puzzled, silly little me.
I’m just a pawn in this game.
Move the knight, take the rook...
Sacrifice the useless.
Is it me? Is it you?
Or are we already gone?
It’s the way of the victims, the used and the conned.



 

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