me? i am a liar
and you are uninspiring

i take my time to tire
cause i giddy up
down the stream
so don’t wait for me

i’m less beautiful than i’m made out to be
so don’t stare at me
i’m the pooh bear of your nightmares
a soft figure in the middle of the woods
so don’t care for me

me? i am a liar
and these words seem so overdue
i waited a lifetime
to remain in this fractured view

but you
you’re less of a reflection
and more of a depiction
of a person i once knew
a person i outgrew
a person sheltered in their town
until they couldn’t help but drown

me? i am a liar
and my body sifts through fire
a desert rat, how about that?
never old enough to die
but too young to tell you why

i’ve wasted so much time on this earth
and i continue to

me? i am a liar
so decipher what you want
and abandon what you don’t

because if love is what i know
then love is coated in my woes
lies intertwined by my deviant mind,
i’ll shed these external attributes to discover
your perception of me is shrouded,
so allow me to uncover

that i am a liar,
caught up in the web of this world
a person seeking to appease those around,
untruthful to myself,
the innate sense of me

my mosaic beauty cracking in the seams
a stained glass extravagance shattered by your needs
because me—i am a liar
to my truest needs

forsaken are the moments
when you taught me how to bleed
shedding the self i was conditioned to be
i have been lying to myself for twenty years on
and i’m ready to face who i ought to be