All my life,
I live in a mess,
A mess of lies,
Lie to my face.
Treated like dirt.
Lying to my face,
Is what hurts the most.
I can't live a lie,
Not anymore, not know.
All people do,
Is hurt me inside.
All people do,
Is hurt me with lies.
Life is a lie,
Just a story to tell.
Life is a lie,
As I wait for hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its very nice how you express lies...but true meaning...everyone lies. thanks for sharing