Authentic Poem by Nora Jamal

I cannot keep lying to you or for you.

My loyalty is partial.

And I know I’ll just betray you, my sting hard and lethal.

I don’t want to grip hard on reality.
I just want to survive the rage.
I know bogus doesn’t flow with the authority, but my mind is set at ease.

My words don’t ring true with sincerity, though I try to trade.

I realise I am filled with intricacy, which the world considers a phase.