The Fake

I know I deserve,
All of the hatred.
I deserve all the cuts,
From which I have bled.

All of my lies,
Have built up inside,
Weighing me down,
Diminishing my pride.

Yes, I'm a fake,
A truth less liar.
I'm not someone,
You should admire.

Every bleeding cut,
Is another mistake.
Just another lie,
Told by the fake.

The past is written in stone,
The future is in sand.
When the waves hit the shore,
I re-write my plan.

©His Little Firefly