Life Of Lies Poem by Branton Wilcox

My life seems to be all lies,
It is hidden by the truth from within.
The only thing that seems to matter is my guise,
All other things are thrown in an old bin.

I can't seem to hold my sanity,
But inside I feel like I'm pushed away from humanity.
There is nothing that can save me,
I can only cry for a short plea.

My last hope is to know truth,
Like a child eager for their first lost tooth.
Only thing my future holds is sure demise,
Because now that I know my life is only lies.