And I wish I could see
what everyone else sees
inside of me.
And I wish I could tell
if the words fell
from honest lips.
All I can see is liars.
I will never see
what you claim is
within me.
I'll never believe
your words;
planted seeds.
But I'll tell you a
secret, yeah?
Try as you might
these seeds
are just weeds.
They'll not bloom
into wondrous beauties;
because I am not one.
I am full of scars and pain.
Too much trauma
for one man,
to unpack.
And I wish I could see
what everyone else sees
inside of me.
( I really do,
I do.)
And I wish I could tell
if the words fell
from honest lips.
But all I can see is liars.
I fear all I'll ever see,
is
Liars.
- Erin 14th June 2020
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About the Creator
Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
I also have a Ko-Fi with more of my work: https://ko-fi.com/erin
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