Lies

Okay.... I admit this isn't my usual style, but. . . I've done a few lately like this. I like it, its certainly different.

I was raging - well... not raging... but its as close as i can describe it without calling it cold and i was VERY cold at the time- when i wrote this. Stuff happened and i got made. The first four stanzas were written from then. Now my anger is more self directed, but I know thats just as wrong as the first anger... and people say its a justified anger *coughbullshitcough*

Anyway, the last stanzas were added because it didnt feel finished if you know what i mean. so there you go, the life story of this poem.

Fera