I wore it like a second skin a lie

I wore it like a second skin, a lie,

crafted from silence, frayed at the seams,

my tongue a thief, robbed of the truth's cry,

each glance a mirror of broken dreams.

You thought me honest, fearless in my stance,

while I spun tales like threads of a web,

but honesty danced, avoiding its chance,

leaving me shackled to words left unsaid.

What good is the light if it casts shadows deep?

An echoing laugh wrapped in tension and pain,

a photograph grinning, a secret to keep,

I hold it still close, my heart’s silent stain.