Standing on the recesses of your own skin Did it make you happy—how had it been? you had stared at a meager soul without sense So you crafted stories, figured out the hence Why should they believe you, have you thought? Simple—because no other story had been bought That's why in your sweet words had they been won over Just by opening your mouth, you made them surrender So what have you done when the curtains closed? Poured yourself wine—a toast you have proposed You rejoice—you savor your successes Because there's something about lies that oppresses
There is a side to every story, they say Which side is right—which side will have its way? Too many truths to know, too many to conceal Too many to bury and too many to reveal Which would you believe, who would you trust Do you listen to someone whose friendship you've cast? Because the mind believes who is most reasonable But the heart takes the side where feelings are liable So who, then, will you take on as true How would you know that they aren't all lying to you? Because you search, you seek, you knock There's just something about lies that gets you stuck
On the other side, someone sits on the fence Of hidden truths and personal decadence You could have spoken, you could have been heard There must be someone who will listen to every word But you didn't—instead, you walked away Thrown your innocence to wherever the wind sway Though peace you have, the rumors are spreading Like wildfire, it eats and etas at your well-being So you end up alone, in the light of your own truth No one to revive you, no one who will soothe Now you curl, you cry, you swallow your tears Do you know there's something about lies confirming your fears?
By the end of the road, there you are Stifling cries as you stroke your marred scar You know the truth, you've seen it all Every deed. every revision, no matter how small But now, you've been accused of lying when you know That they are the very ones doing it, reaping what you sow Through the dark night, you keep repeating what you saw But who will believe you now that they control the law? Justice will never be given even if you have things to prove Why bother when you're just going to be misunderstood? So now you shout, you demand, you tell your story But there's something about lies that makes fantasy reality
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Again, the Olympus fiasco. This is probably the last of it though as I find poems running on the same juice redundant and useless. I was just really angry that the issue spanned for around four to five poems.
Curious on what happened? Well, at some point in my life I'm going to tell you all about this toxic writing community and what they did but not here. lol. If you gotta ask, my DMs both on wattpad and on discord are always open. And rest assured, I've moved on from that trauma but I will never forget those people. Ever.
Sana masarap ulam niyo. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
How about you, what do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
