Lying

If all the world’s a stage

and the truth can just be slant

what the hell is virtue then?

I want to trust, but can’t.

The lies you hide behind your lips

are demons waiting to pounce

they’ll devour my heart in seconds

leaving behind not even an ounce.

You’re a devil in sheep’s clothing,

a two-headed monster-friend.

While your smiles are turned on me now

your second mouth becomes my end.

When all the world’s a stage

and I don’t have to tell the truth:

I love being in your company,

your words the fountain of youth.

Julianna May