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Picking out the lies



I wonder what’s required of me

Now society has perverted the best of me

I want to explain

Perfectly

No wait, just complain,

Physically

I want to bruise your emotions

To the point where they bleed

For taking part in fucking me



I walk around

In this cloud of confusion

Being blinded by your sterile illusion

The one by which

You judge me by



I’m flawed, imperfect

To the point of being diseased

I’m vulnerable and frail

Down here

On my knees



I was an easy target

One you couldn’t miss

But as the rain hid my tears

I found that I had fallen

And my ignorant feelings

I couldn’t resist



Now I’m the loser

That’s been declared

Sitting here under this park tree

I know my love for you was true

But why’d you play this game

If you truly hated me