Lie I Used to Tell Myself (A Poem)

Lies I used to tell myself

If I disappear,

If I’m gone,

All you’ll remember is a type of mirage.

You’ll sentimentalize who I was, and every little moment we had.

Take away everything rotten

Forget the scars you saw

And all the times I cried.

You’d turn me into everything I’m not.

I don’t have a safe place,

A second home,

But I also don’t have many people close to me.

People I’m comfortable around,

Those I can be myself around,

I’m always, walking on eggshells.

I’ve started to just not care, and end up sounding stupid.

I think I got sidetracked.