222poem

i dont know what to feel
its this tangled
blob of dirty string
and it has 11 dimensions
the truth, and 10 variations of lies
and im sitting here trying to figure it out
trying hard not to lie to myself
but it feels like when that happens
the truth i find
makes me the
ugliest, shallowest, most useless
person that i know
so i think
thats why i run
and add the 12th lie
the 12th dimension
and tangle the truth up more
in the blob of
dirty
string.