When the lie becomes you..

Go... just go.. leave me be...

twas the words spoken to me..

In the event of an unfruitful discussion,

I find myself dangling in mid air,

losing grip on what was once glimpses of truth..

and in the midst of all that..

I sit benevolently enthralled in the disgust of light years,

packed in an insignificant piece of nothing.

lies.. it's all lies..

a circus show for the world to see..

a mistress you keep..

do you love her or yourself?

if you do, then why do you hide behind a false front,

deceit of sorts, a masquerade of emotions..

if you do not rise to the occasion,

then the occasion will rise to you..

and if you prolong this pretence,

then you are just living a lie..

and the lie becomes you...