What do I give?
Why would I continue to live,
if the lies turn me into a lie.
What will my life give,
if nothings truthful of my I.
Why is my me being torn,
from myself and its home.
What part of my me is worn,
and what is set free to roam.
Why is the lie more important,
than the truth of it all.
What was it to have meant,
as I watched my life fall.
Why is the lie now my I
and my me is now lost.
What is the I now being the lie,
when truth, was the cost.
Why would I continue to live,
a lies colored distorted view.
What is it I’m to give?
A fuck or two?