White Lies

White lies

That are still lies

In disguise

But I am tired of the cries

Tired of not feeling anything special when I look into your eyes

Time flies

Time also made me wise

So many times, I agonized

A bit hypnotized

But not surprised

I guess it was late when I realized

I was already mentally paralyzed

I compromised

The more I analyzed

The more I became mesmerized

Disorganized and mortified

With your white lies

That are still lies

Just in disguise

by glorycastillo.v

My name is Glory Castillo. I have been writing poetry since a very young age. Being an only child, I needed to find a way to process pain alone. I believe poetry is a form of art, expression and therapy. It helps me cope and it also makes me happy when other people can relate to it. Being in the health care field, gives me a better understanding of how important it is to let your mind relax and your thoughts flow. Poetry is my therapy.


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