Compulsive Liar

Take a step back

Try to figure out what you lack

So you like to tease

And never seize the chance to please

Cry your way to blood shot eyes

Is it hard to keep track of all the lies?

Pray you can cover the grays

Even if it is cliché

Pointless hookups while

You play dress up and ignore the gossip

Brush away the truth

Just to hang on to your youth

But you're no exception to the rule

and you're playing no one for a fool

A crack appears down the middle

you know you'll always play second fiddle

to the illusion reflecting your delusion

and you're nothing but an intrusion.

The truth in the mirror

has never been clearer

and the person staring back

through the spreading cracks

is just a compulsive liar

caught up in the barbed wire

of superficial desire.