The more you hide
The more you need to hide
What you hide.
The more you lie,
The more you need to lie
To cover the lies.
If its all a game,
I'll show you how to play
Without bending the rules,
Without being an escapist
Or a liar.
Play if you must
But don't burn your hands
The coldest of waters
That never stirred
Might just turn ugly
And into a raging fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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