if you've lied to yourself,
who catches you out? Will you notice
yourself? Can you trust you to? Were you
trying to save your feelings? Why?
Were you going to be mean?
Like you always do
To yourself,
I mean.
To everyone else,
you could not hurt a fly,
could you? So you'd say. So
you tell yourself. This is how
it begins. You always have run
yourself down this way.
The lie -
was it little and white? Or big?
Was it fat? No, I know - you'd never
say so.
But was it? This lie,
you've been feeding it years.
You've been stuffing it full,
of sweet reasons why it was true
and this lie
is finally fed up.
It is no longer willing
to screen your fears. It is no longer willing
to make you look good, to only
yourself,
with the rest of us here.
The rest of us knew.
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