Mostly I feel that sensitivity is a weakness.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When you feel you have nothing left, you always have friends.
This is a lie I tell myself.
nobody feels the way you do.
This is a lie I tell myself.
and when you die there is nothing else.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I think of the future, I see good things.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I think I live the American Dream.
This is a lie I tell myself.
All of your life you have been told these things.
This is a lie I tell myself.
And lying is to keep things clean.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I feel I am honest with myself, I always stick in a lie...being truthful is impossible, dreaming is as close to reality as I can get.
Oh, Kathy, you don't the half of it, but you will. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this Kathryn.......I think we all tell ourselves little lies that help keep our lives bearable! Sincerely, mary