Personification of a Lie

I walk this land all on my own,

The people I've met are never known,

Their faces are a false white,

Imitating purity's light.


In this world I have myself;

I have heartbreaks on my trophy shelf,

There is not much room left at all,

For the moments where I fall.


These moments are a dime a dozen,

Leaving all my muscles frozen,

I can't believe I didn't see

The lies that people can really be.


When all the world is full of shadows,

When my heart, all the lies, swallows-

When there is no one left to trust,

How can my heart, for friendship, lust?


In this world I have myself only,



And I being lonely.

The End

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