Pretty Lies
Pretty old lies, pretty old lies,
Say the words I’ve heard a thousand times.
Though my emotions run deep...
And my temper is short…
My mind will complain more than my voice.
Past, present, and future meld into one now for me…
I’m outwardly pathetic,
And too lazy to be me!
It’s exhausting being the one person you know the least.
Try describing yourself to someone…
When the answers are as clouded for you as those you’ve never met!
Not an easy task, I tell you,
To define oneself in all one’s splendor and raging stupidity!!
Completely surrounded within walls I built…
With room enough for me and air to breathe…
I find myself on both sides of the wall…
Trapped on the inside,
And still searching, restrained, on the outside.
I don’t know where I’m going,
But I’m constantly finding myself back there!
And without a doubt, I’ve lost myself in a dream not my own…
Full of pictures, thoughts & feelings I cannot follow!!
But what are dreams but doorways to our unknown selves.
…I suppose none of me is true,
but what does it matter?
Just tell me pretty old lies…
Like all the others usually do…
Rhiannon Mari
1/13/00
revised 12/11/06
