Tired
I don't belong here or there, Nor does any one care, Where should I be? Should I rise or fall? I'll stand here above the world, A gargoyle is all.
I am tired of it all
The lies, the truth
Only misty lies escape my mouth
Truth clouded in the safety of falsehood
To not be myself is what kills me
People hate me for being me
Your love is immoral Evil, Devilish, a Sin
Lies all lies
Tiring lies
Silence is a deadly prison
� D. R. Vecchione
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