The Truth About You Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

You're just wicked.
I tried to lie through the bitter truth in my stomach,
The chalk in my mouth trying to prevent the self-regret
But they could even see through the guise I've built for you;
It's your anarchic monument-
The deceits you've instilled are my only excuse in your defense,
They stand tall and spew false honesties-
It's there and it disintegrates my Self
The more I uphold you, the more I dissolve
I tried to play it off as if you were nothing
But they could even see it
I was itching in my skin from your indifference
I was convulsing in my soul from your coldness
I was burning in my placidity from your façade;
They speak your name and I just shake
That pine needle scent digging into me so harshly
The truths aren't shrouded from that bittersweet Bitter in my core
And even they could see it,
My monster, my plague, my secret
I couldn't even hide the Bitter I hold for you
Even if I lied to the end of the end
Because it's not about convincing my heart that you didn't drag me down,
It's about convincing everyone else that I was invincible from your lies.