Mostly I feel that sensitivity is a weakness.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When you feel you have nothing left, you always have friends.
This is a lie I tell myself.
nobody feels the way you do.
This is a lie I tell myself.
and when you die there is nothing else.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I think of the future, I see good things.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I think I live the American Dream.
This is a lie I tell myself.
All of your life you have been told these things.
This is a lie I tell myself.
And lying is to keep things clean.
This is a lie I tell myself.
When I feel I am honest with myself, I always stick in a lie...being truthful is impossible, dreaming is as close to reality as I can get.
Kathryn Cox
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lies-you-tell-yourself/
