Caught red-handed,
And I said,
I know myself, a lie
I know my son, a lie,
I know my husband, a lie,
I know my parents, a lie,
I know my sister, a lie,
I know my brother, a lie,
**
Don't you tell me,
I am nothing but a lie,
disguised as a friend of yours,
carrying the world at the tip of my tongue,
stretching my smile to a mile,
with a lie attached to my style,
to survive the smartest,
galloping the compulsive faults,
lying beyond my control,
to belong,
to sense,
to feel,
to play,
**
Truth but a lie,
I wonder who laid the base,
the words and stories to impress the taste,
a pathological liar, I turned out to be.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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