Inside

a false word

a wrongdoing

it wasn't me

i love this

inside 

it is 

a lie

a false smile

a hidden pain

i'm totally fine

look, i'm smiling

inside

it is

a lie

i ache on the inside

eternal guilt

clinging like slime 

but i smile and move on

inside 

it is

a lie. 

The Lying Process

Did something.

Wasn't supposed to.

Got caught.

I fiddle.

I stall.

I think.

At last I lie.

It spouts,

My mouth.

Things that arn't real.

Things I didn't do.

All to cover up,

That piece of chocolate I ate.

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It's funny because it's true.

This one was written at around 11 PM when I should have been asleep... Oh well. 
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Why should I believe your lies?
I thought you could be trusted
I thought you had changed.
But no, you're still the same
You're still evil.
Stalking through nightmares
Darkening even the darkest nights
In my mind you were kind
Charming, kind, pleasurable.
But once you showed
Your true nature once again 
All hope shattered within me
Like broken glass or
A mountain collpasing.
Your soul has not one drop of light left
Inky blackness as far as the eye can see
In the moonlight I heard
Your bitter laugh
Echoing through my mind
Like a broken record.
You promised me tl never hurt a soul
With a knife hidden behind your back.
You were my friend
Never again will I believe your lies.
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(This totally has nothing to do with Moon and Darkstalker.... Nope)
(<<gfrat>> Yes, I agree, Darkstalker is a lying, stinking rat.)

Here is my entry. Sorry about the weird name LOL.

LIAR OF THE LAKE

The lake bubbles,

You jump out,

Watching me on the bank.

You say in a nice soft voice,

"Come with me!"

I look up,

I don't see you,

You sit there,

Waiting,

Liar of the lake.

Hope you like it! I just thought of it LOL! 

I, for some reason, can't get italics to turn off, so if this message shows up in italics, I'm sorry! This poem is based off of Episode 4 of Moon Knight, specifically the end of it. The part that isn't in bold is one character, Marc's point of view, and the part that is in bold is Steven's. Hopefully it goes with the theme okay! 

Two Sides of the Moon

I’m sinking.

I’m sinking,

Lifeless,

Down,

Down,

Down,

Into the depths of who knows where,

Everything around me becoming 

Irrelevant as it melts away,

And for a second or two,

I’m

Gone.

But it comes back,

Or maybe I do and it’s the one

That never left,

And I realize that none of this is right.

Where is everyone? 

What happened?

Do you know?

I whisper your name to the glass desperately 

But get only the response of my own frantic reflection—

So unfamiliar now, to be in its control—

And I try to run but something’s holding me back

What’s holding me back?

You are sinking.

You are sinking,

Down,

Down,

Down,

And I can’t see you.

Terror flowing through my veins,

I wonder if this is what you felt

When I held on.

Now I wish I’d never learned to trust—

But wait,

What’s that? 

Suddenly everything is gone.

I see nothing

But I know feel my existence 

Which is a good sign

But I’m still in the dark in both metaphorical and true ways,

Begging and screaming for help

Thinking of you 

But for some reason never calling your name

Not knowing you are where light has been shed

So tell me now, has everything been revealed?

No.

We’re just living a lie all over again.

when we were eight, 

you promised me we'd stay best friends forever. 

forever is a long time, 

but I was a bright eyed third grader, 

so what was I supposed to think?

we were the perfect pair, 

each adorned with half a heart, 

cracked pieces, 

shattered pieces, 

only whole when we were together.

you were my ride or die, 

run off into the sunset hands linked, 

type of best friend. 

until you weren't. 

why did middle school girls have to be so horrible?

your hand slipped out of mine on the first day of sixth grade, 

but I pretended it didn't for the next three years.  

my tiny pencil sharpener,

the one I kept in the side pocket on my backpack, 

ran a sharp blade across your words, 

until they were pointy enough to pierce through my skin. 

those were the days where the words "you lied" 

were stamped onto my tongue. 

always dancing there on the tip, 

but never stumbling over the edge.

I passed you in the hallway on the way to bio today.

it's been almost four years since my first day of sixth grade. 

you didn't notice me, 

but I've learned that not all promises are better when they're kept. 

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry guys!! I forgot that I was going camping this weekend and it's generally frowned upon to be on a screen too much when I go camping. Im so sorry I forgot to tell you guys! I had a track meet on Friday and then I went straight to the campout. Again, I'm sorry, but I'll hopefully get the judging done today. I have homework to do, as well, so I might not be able to get the judging done until tomorrow. Again, I'm sorry!

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