Telling the truth has made me feel better,
But now I'm confused and under the weather.
Maybe if I can block it all out-
But the lies always make me scream and shout.
What can I do?
It can't be true...
If telling the truth is good and bad,
And lying to people makes me mad,
But forcing it from me makes me sad,
Whats the solution when it doesn't add up?
What can I do?
It must be true...
Taking apart what I feel inside,
Makes every moment harder to hide.
Trying to find what makes me tick,
I fall apart with just one prick...
Why does this make me sick?
What can I do?
Because it's not true...
How can I think?
I need a shrink.
Just show me a link,
and pass me a drink...
What can I do?
And why is it true?
written to me by someone special on 10/28/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem