lies.

I am a stranger to my own thoughts,

I am a stranger to my own heart.

They live betraying me

but I am an open liar,

I see destruction in everything I am.

I would tell you that

I would never want to be my friend,

I am faithful but

I have extra weight.

If I'm a stranger to every vein in my body,

why would people know me?

Pathological liar,

look in the mirror

and ask her how many times

she has thought about

turning her head against him.

I am an acquaintance

on a path never sought.