Them Liars Poem by Nae Tyler

Lets just get our words out now,
and leave them lying open to read,
to save ourselves the trouble,
of poor proceeded complications.

Implications of masked tongues,
and personalitys perfected.

That displaced sense of righteousness?
it makes me cringe.

And that proud purity?
well it could stand to be cleaned up...

The rehearsed tears that fall,
they touch my heart in no way.


I believe in lies,
believe in they're poison.

How much can you take,
before it reaches your heart?
before it kills you?

I've reached my limit,
I think I may be dying in a way.

I need this now,
like a fake smile to be perfected.
I need this now,
like a wound to be infected.
I need this now,
like the hurt needs to be neglected.

Spare me.