They think that I ain't aware
They think they're in control.
But I have always seen through
The web that they had spun.
The sweet words, the gorgeous gifts
The caring hands, the loving gaze
Have always been a fabrication
I've been living in a lie.
Even though it's in front of me
I'm hesitant to leave
The comfort of the sweet lie
Afraid to face the bitter truth.
So I keep on persisting
Even though my mind screams to not
I hide away in the comfort of a lie
Wishing that it won't break any time soon.

© Vivian