House of LiesA Poem by LA Lorenablank mind, blank pages devoid of words, devoid of rages words dried up, as withered leaves emotions spent, no heart on sleeves no poems flow, unused pen and ink to write it down would mean to think brave face painted, display the mask all is right when someone asks wear the pain, but hide it deep pretend to live, to eat, to sleep avoid the mirror, avert the eyes it's how one lives in a house of lies
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