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Liar
Copyright, Tiffany
I know you do it
maybe not quite like me
but I know you harm your self intentionally.
The alcohol
the drugs
the yells and screams
are all the same as my self inflicted injuries
Your scars my be internal
and they can not be seen
but the pain you feel deep inside
is the same and is felt by me.
Life is hard on you
and you can not cope
the same with me
we both have no hope.
Why can't the battle wounds of living life be seen?
Is it because we like living in our own fictional dreams?
Our fictional fantasies that depict the perfect life
the fictional fantasies that cause us all the strife.
We are liars
not just to the world but to ourselves
we've adopted the fantasies and can't discern our fairy tales
Stuck between our dreams and the reality of life,
we remain liars and fall victim to our knife.