Pathelogical Liar

by Fading Away a Little at a Time   May 25, 2006


My whole life is made up
My "boyfriends"
My "happy" family
My "love" for my friends
Everything is fake
Everything is a lie
The only way I can express myself is writing
No one will ever read my poems
They aren't any good anyway
I have nothing interesting to write about
Heck you never know if what you are reading is true
It could all be a lie
Thats just something you have to decide

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kendall

    I think about that too, if people actually read what i write, and if their comments are actually true. But at least i know they read it, so thats a plus. And i read your poem, so you actually did lie, "No one will ever read my poems". how ironic. just keep writing because, as you said, it really is the best way to express yourself.

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