Lies.
Small or big
Dangerous or white
All are told.
Who can you believe?
Why don't you question them,
or me,
or her?
Who exactly is telling the truth?
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
Lies
Lies.
Small or big
Dangerous or white
All are told.
Who can you believe?
Why don't you question them,
or me,
or her?
Who exactly is telling the truth?
