At times to subdue the pain,

To soothe the heart

I argue with the brain

Among the bushels(lies) in the cart

Hide the Grain(truth)


The doubt lie can create

The pain he can deny

The hope only he perpetuates

Like morphine he sedates

When my plans go awry.


But Lie has no feet

Has no ardour

So I must retreat

Before I cross the border

For truth is the rythm of my heratbeat!



  • :

     Projections, denials which is lying n cheating yourself to cope with stress are defence mechanism, that serve a purpose, but it is important to eventually reconcile with the truth.



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