Secrets are like a drug

We experiment for the hype

Sample here and there

the guilt we first feel washes off

we then don’t realize that we are lying

not to just others but to our self

before we realize we cannot seem to stop

we let it sweep us off our feet

Now we are addicts 

without a thought we buy and buy

days run together

we lose track of what is real

everything loses its structure

vision starts to blur

who are we?

Who are you?

I am lying to you and you are to me


We rush through these streets just to lie

We are together but not together

Bad habits grow in cement

I’ve changed and you don’t seem to see

That I am not me anymore

And you are not who you pretend to be

Our imperfections are out for the world to see

I am no miss congeniality

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