Lies creep off tongues so innocently
Denying facts known down to your toes
Behind blank eyes and a placid smile
Why admit you’re sad when you could lie about it?
Not get dependent on some chick about it.
Because worse than being sad is telling you’re sad and nobody caring.
Calling you attention whore drama queen
When your insides are screaming KILL YOURSELF and you had the nerve to make a big deal of nothing
If you keep crying they’ll give you something to cry about
So you stop crying and you start your monotone journey of yes I’m fine and no you’re mistaken that’s simply my resting bitch face and allergies.
Masks held high
At attention at all times
You hope you never crack and when you think you will you run to hide the rivers you’ve been damming with lies.