You can lie to me. That’s okay. I’ll probably figure it out and no one will really get hurt. But you keep lying to yourself and that’s really an emotional and psychic cancer. But like a portrait of Dorian Gray in the attic, you’ll keep the deterioration hidden from view. You know the cancer is spreading but it isn’t visible so you can smile and I can pretend. And the pain and the depression continues and it deepens. You refuse the surgery that can remove the tumor. And the lies just get deeper but you’re only really fooling yourself and maybe some mindless social media followers who don’t care about your soul.
You can lie to me
but if you lie to yourself
the disease will spread
eating away the spirit
your internal organs first