My Lie Poem by Saint Cynosure

My Lie



I've bent myself beyond my break,
to drowned inside my puddle.

And all alone I am to blame,
my curses ever muddled.

Neglecting true whatever truths,
I've chose to cast aside.

To limit hurt upon myself,
and sink below my pride.

Its to myself I lie

Friday, June 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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