Center


Here at the center of my world was where you once did reside

in my heart and soul the place you did abide

there was only you no one else the center of my space

now there’s just an empty whole that once was your place

Once the center of my everything I needed nothing more

where no one else had dared to tread before

let you in until there was nothing left of me

but you were only using and I was too blind to see

The very center of me and all that I held dear

my only thought was how to always keep you near

but you were only lying with every breath I took

with every word, every motion, every single look

Now that center left laid waste is filled with someone new

someone who truly loves me not a pretender like you

they give me everything you never did with love and all that’s real

and now at my center once again I truly feel

Denial


It’s easy to live in denial of who you really are inside

especially when the truth is something you try to hide

to most you seem to be something that you are not at all

always on the edge waiting for the fall

Denial works so much better than the truth it seems

working ever harder to keep up all the schemes

difficult to keep up with what lies you have told to who

making sure they never really know the true you

Living in denial until it becomes the only reality you know

and then it becomes the only thing you show

you live it until you believe it and forget that it’s a lie

and then you couldn’t find the truth no matter how hard you try

In denial it’s so much easier to pretend that it’s all good inside

becomes second nature until you forget what you were trying to hide

but eventually the truth is out it always finds its way

and then denial is the only thing you will have left to say

© Deborah Horton Writing

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