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

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