The Lies I Tell To Myself – Poem

I look into the mirror

And try to prod for the answers

I wish to hear.

Surprisingly, I am lucky enough

To receive a cornucopia of appreciation

Words of endearment

That boosts my ego and

Nourishes my narcissism.

It is all because of the lies

I tell to myself.

The mute reflection of my face

Doesn’t screams in rage

Emphasising my flaws and cracks.

And here,

I put myself up

And obtain an upper hand over the lifeless thing.

I tell my head what it wants to hear

I make it listen to self-written eulogies

I feed it with honey-laced verses

All embellishing my love

For myself!

Yes, I am hopelessly lying to my inner being

Because the demon within pines to bring itself up

Because the truth is dark and grim

And lies guise it well!

 

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