Poem – Lies

Lies are the stories we tell ourselves.
Lies want to create a living hell.

When you believe a lie about who you are.
You have limited your life and will not go very far.

A lie to the self is a dagger in your own heart.
It leaves a hole and makes you forever marked.

There are lies that speak parts in order to deceive.
They sew destruction with their calculated weave.

There are liars that just cannot be quiet.
Their lies explode out from their toxic diet.

There are liars that are silent, and they cannot respond.
They do not even care to speak as they believe they are beyond.

The greatest lie is that you can escape karma someday.
But hell will feast on the remains of your deceptive display.

I just wait for things to finally start.
Lies are weak strings that will eventually fall apart.

~Suzanne Wagner~