Pants on Fire
lies of omission
I tell my worst lies
when I don’t say anything at all,
the things I’ve left unsaid
out of kindness
out of consideration
are brutal truths,
the kind that make people seek
therapy or pharmacy,
break all the mirrors in the house
to avoid being seen by their own eyes.
Existential agony too much to bear,
catastrophes piling up like laundry,
clean, dry problems waiting in a basket
for someone to iron them out,
familiar day-to-day drudgery folded
and put away, tucked into a drawer out of sight.
I've been sucking it up
far too long for someone
who isn't a filter queen.
I’m ready to break my silence,
be the bad guy, hit that switch
labeled reverse
and spew out everything.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (4)
Love this. Raw, honest, and hits way too close to home. Sometimes the quiet weighs more than the words we hold back.
Your imagery is sharp, honest and beautifully uncomfortable in the best poetic way.
that first line is so incredibly truthful. love this poem
Oh, not on my good dress. Wait so we can do it together once I take it off. So much emotion and intensity. May God give you strength…:)