Living A Lie Poem by careema cooper

Tragic memories cover the pages.
Spilled on the lines are 16 ages,
inked with blood so you can't erase,
one million facades of a single face.

Rust colored hair hangs over my sight.
Like a dingy curtain, it blocks out light.
I hide in the dark behind intentional lies.
Holes are made in my shield by honest eyes.

You follow dimmed light and try to get through.
When you're half way in, I'll resist you.
You don't feel what i feel or see what I see-
that blight is I and the truth will never set me free.

So locked away in the dark and left all alone,
I shift the weight of my past carved on stone.
Carrying weight so heavy on my back,
I ignore the truth and wade in black.