The lie becomes the face
Screaming the truth.
And I’m not mad anymore,
I’m just,
A lying liar who lies
In the grave of everything
I can’t make okay.
The pain that just stays and stays
No. I can’t make it okay.
Parts of me say
We should pretend life
Isn’t that way.
That it isn’t an unending ache,
But I don’t have the energy
To act like they didn’t
Throw me through a wood chipper
Then have the audacity to ask
Why I wasn’t standing as tall as an Oak.
When someone rips muscle from bone,
And chews you up until
You no longer recognize yourself,
Tell me, would you have it in you then?
To falsify the claims
Leaking from your bones and brain?