I am going in blind. 

I am walking with eyes open 

and somehow my focus is just not on the right thing.

somehow I still find myself choking

on the wrong things, I seem to find it hard trying

to find the right words to show you that you lying

that even though I cant see the way you walk

I can hear the rattling of your lies as you talk

and I now understand.

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.