Familiar Lies
I got caught in my lie
There were too many webs I’ve been tangled in
Lost in my own deception
The masks I’ve worn -I get myself confused
She is a stranger to me now
I skip over the mirror
I assume it would lie to me too
This is what I know
What I’m most comfortable in
A skin of familiarity
Beautiful weaving of lies
They become the truth
Each one I’ve donned
Elizabeth Almeida ©2021