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I Would Never
Folder:
closet boxes 2002 Every second closer
To the lie I have become
My solice contemplating
Where people get their stories from.
What makes me such a fake
When they all stare behind their masks
Pretending that their special
Performing melancholy tasks.
Calling me a sheep
When we’re all of the same herd
It makes me want to laugh
Because it seems to me absurd.
I’ll be myself just like they are
At least I’m honest unlike you
Lying to myself
Is something I would never do.
i lie to myslef
but it never seems to work
good job tho
ash
Much Love
Ashley
hey nikki,
this poem is pretty good, i dont go on here often, but it's not bad.
-leanne