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Truth Or Lie
Through these eyes of reflection
I see...myself...
Truthfully wondering..who or what I am.
Secrets kept from others
And even from me
So that even I don't know
Which memories are real
Compared to the lies that taunt me so
With their ability to adapt themselves
So that I cannot know when I cannot remember fully
The gaps are filled with things
Lies
These things I do not know
And yet
I still can't tell them apart from the real ones
The ones that make me who or what I am
Or so I am told...but I think lies...
...lies also make us who we are
And what we are percieved to be
I hate this
I lie to me..to you..to everyone that crosses my path
And yet we are all non the wiser
Does it hurt? To know?
That not even I know that I have lied to you?
With trust and belief being the tools that blind us.
Blind our eyes that show so much pain...of our lives.
The reflection of who we truely are
Of what I truely am.
This reflection scares me
Though I've known it all along
I'm sorry...for the lies
"But I didn't know what I was doing."
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