lies are the narrative of identity
.
look up to me and I consider shrinking
light the fire and I consider pissing it out
touch me and I sweat and bruise in the very spot
feel sorry for me and I forget who you are
don’t panic it’s just a little part of me
a personality I don’t use much anymore
he stays up late and whines in notebooks
where most of the pages are blank
tell me what to do and I do it
lies are the narrative of identity
.