"Life of Lies"

"Life of Lies"

A Poem by Sir_Anonymous
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This is about how liying is so easy to get use to doing and fast it can corrupt you.

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Could you believe that some people think I don't laugh or joke?


Preposterous! in fact I shall laugh at that I love laughter I just can't fake smiles all too well.


That's just something reserved for those who hold my trust it's a must.


So sorry if I didn't feed your poor ego but should I try to indulge you in a lie?


Course there are cases where that just isn't the case sometimes someone new will make me feel so safe within their confines that my stupid grin just tends to slip.


Hard to not see the pearly white continue to shine here others just may realize when I don't It's because I can tell when what they say to my face is the truth or more of their venomous lies.


So"shallow" or at least that's the line others always tend to say when I try my hand at picking the little white lies.


Plucked out like lilies straight from the ground I just seem to only see myself kill thyself slowly with each false move I do and say.


Here I would be discovered and lose all face all for the pointless embrace in a dull mixture of theory and philosophy.


To me once is all a person needs for the thought to stay and keep striking boldly.


“One more time.” is the sentence that will linger in your mind till once was twice now thrice till finally the umpteenth time it's far too late to realize you've been living a lie.


© 2017 Sir_Anonymous


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This piece reminded me of something someone used to say to me.

"You can't learn to tell the truth until you learn to lie."

Although this may not make a lot of sense, it's how I feel about telling lies. Ironically, it's also how I feel about telling the truth.

In addition to this, I can relate to how stunning the sensation is when someone thinks you don't laugh or joke.

After moving to West Virginia when I was 13, I didn't feel very happy at all for a long time. I felt subconscious of people who stared at me.

(I'm really not joking when I say it's a majority white community. Tbh, there's not much diversity at ALL, and I really felt isolated.

Within the first week of living here, a little girl of about five years old pointed at me in the middle of the grocery store.

In a completely innocent but ridiculously loud voice, she said "LOOK DADDY! It's Princess Tiana!"

That wasn't too bad of an instance, but there were thousand of instances a lot worse than that one in the following five years.)

It wasn't until the very end of 8th grade that I noticed how unhappy I had become.

While I was tutoring this one girl in math, she made a funny joke, and I laughed.

She stopped writing and just stared at me for a long time. As a result, I felt my smile fade.

When I tried to focus back on the math work, she made me pause when she said,

"Njeri, I've never seen you laugh. You're so beautiful when you smile. Why don't you ever smile?"

I was shocked when she said that because
1) At best, I was pretty not beautiful.
2) She thought I never laughed or let loose.

From then on I made a conscious effort to smile at people.

Today, I'm known for always looking happy. However, I have an RBF, and it was always difficult for me to smile/look up beat all the time.

.... So to sum up this long spew, I can relate to the first line of this poem to an extremely personal level.

P.S. You may try to say I'm just like those vein and shallow people in the poem, and that's okay because I have mostly just faked it so I could make it.

It was either that or get lost in my depression...


(Mr. Rose, I hope you don't think any less of me..)



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sir_Anonymous

7 Years Ago

Don't worry about that I was a liar once as well but now usually the truth is all I will ever say e.. read more


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This piece reminded me of something someone used to say to me.

"You can't learn to tell the truth until you learn to lie."

Although this may not make a lot of sense, it's how I feel about telling lies. Ironically, it's also how I feel about telling the truth.

In addition to this, I can relate to how stunning the sensation is when someone thinks you don't laugh or joke.

After moving to West Virginia when I was 13, I didn't feel very happy at all for a long time. I felt subconscious of people who stared at me.

(I'm really not joking when I say it's a majority white community. Tbh, there's not much diversity at ALL, and I really felt isolated.

Within the first week of living here, a little girl of about five years old pointed at me in the middle of the grocery store.

In a completely innocent but ridiculously loud voice, she said "LOOK DADDY! It's Princess Tiana!"

That wasn't too bad of an instance, but there were thousand of instances a lot worse than that one in the following five years.)

It wasn't until the very end of 8th grade that I noticed how unhappy I had become.

While I was tutoring this one girl in math, she made a funny joke, and I laughed.

She stopped writing and just stared at me for a long time. As a result, I felt my smile fade.

When I tried to focus back on the math work, she made me pause when she said,

"Njeri, I've never seen you laugh. You're so beautiful when you smile. Why don't you ever smile?"

I was shocked when she said that because
1) At best, I was pretty not beautiful.
2) She thought I never laughed or let loose.

From then on I made a conscious effort to smile at people.

Today, I'm known for always looking happy. However, I have an RBF, and it was always difficult for me to smile/look up beat all the time.

.... So to sum up this long spew, I can relate to the first line of this poem to an extremely personal level.

P.S. You may try to say I'm just like those vein and shallow people in the poem, and that's okay because I have mostly just faked it so I could make it.

It was either that or get lost in my depression...


(Mr. Rose, I hope you don't think any less of me..)



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sir_Anonymous

7 Years Ago

Don't worry about that I was a liar once as well but now usually the truth is all I will ever say e.. read more
It's beautifully penned and quite true
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It's an intelligent piece of writing!!


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sir_Anonymous

7 Years Ago

Thank you! to be honest I thought this was one of my more weaker one's due to how many times I said .. read more
Tazeen Ahmed

7 Years Ago

You are very welcome!
If you make changes, it would be great, of course
But my bel.. read more

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Added on November 28, 2016
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Tags: Lies, Truth, Smiles, Laughter, Judging, Corrupted

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Sir_Anonymous

Austin, TX



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I was once a teen who found himself feeling cornered in life where just about nothing was going right and could never really speak my mind this only pushed more towards the construction of this artifi.. more..

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