this lie.

I always hid the truth from you,
swore I never told a lie.
Little did you know,
I was dying deep inside.

The pain it only worsened,
but I never asked for help.
I didn't want to hurt you,
so I only hurt myself.

Call it selfish misery,
as I stand here alone.
Praying for the answers,
that lead me back to home.

I don't want to be like this,
don't always want to cry.
But you never knew,
I was too good at this lie.

Reviews

[Liz-z]

Wow, usually lies will lead to that, pain. sometimes it's just seems so much safer to lie... but in the ended it'll end up killing us all, the a hidden secret can't stay hidden forever. Love the lines
"The pain only worsened, but I never asked for help" Also sometimes it seems easier to handle things on your own, but sometimes leads to nothing but a bigger mess.

"But you never knew, I was too good at this lie," Wonderful ended. I really enjoyed reading the story the poem told. :)