my poetry

a blanket woven out of lies

sometimes we lie

i wish i knew why

i try to stop

but all that comes out is another lie

it makes me want to cry

i lie for my family

thats what i think

i lie to myself

even though 

i know

there is no reason

sometimes i feel the need to do

whatever it takes 

to impress you

i shouldnt

but i couldn't 

keep myself from doing 

what i know 

is not ok

that as i lie

the world

it turns to grey

and that wont seem to change 

for a few days

or maybe more

i do it over and over again

for reasons i don't understand

sometimes we lie

i wish i knew why