Lies Poem by Quênia Lalita

there's no other way to do it
there's no different road to take
I will be faking it all
until I start believing in the lie myself

pretending, before my soul get arrested
being a illusionist of hellish days
keeping it down, keeping it quiet
until I can talk and walk freely again

since there'll always be something behind me
and above my little head and beneath my feet
as I'm trying not to be tangled up in brains
as I'm trying to be good, how I was supposed to be

it could be short, it could turn gray
but not knowing anything could be the actual end
and I will be faking it all
until I figure out how these pieces will get mended back together again