Lies I tell myself,

Lies told to me,

Lies not meant to hurt,

Lies to cover things we can’t admit,

Lies to cover things in me,

Lies often hurt,

Lies buried deep like a casket in the ground,

Lies that cover our graves like wilted flowers and well maintained grass,

Lies like a gaunt tombstone grey and bleak,

Lies like a visitor to the long and gone,

Lies told to me by myself.

Poem Written: March 8, 1999