I looked you in the eyes,
told you these lies.
It started so innocent.
I want to take it back,
But it is too late.

I lied to seem better.
To feel better.
I lied so you would like me.
To make you love me.
It worked.
The truth did not interest you.
But the lies,
you laughed,
cried,
smiled,
cared.
So I continued.
You will never understand,
the feeling of not being good enough.
Because you are always the best,
while I am nothing.

Now i regret.
I hate telling them,
over and over again.
But you will still never understand.
You will never love me again.
So I just keep looking you in the eyes,
telling the same old lies.






