illusion of lies
hidden behind a disguise
wearing a mask being fake
falling down like a flake
despite the thought and good intention
good luck with abstention
an elaborate false tale
leaving out minor detail
painting a picture
with all your stricture
misery loves all
in Your small space you crawl
when your left to your own demise
you have only you to despise
look into the mirror with a blank stare
sit down in your liars chair
This hits home for me. Really
This hits home for me. Really enjoyed it. Look forward to reading more of your work.