Keeping secrets from people i love,
I hate but have to do,
Is telling the truth a better thing,
or holding them out of the loop?
My loop of lies,
conceal them I try,
I don't know what to say,
which path should I follow,
that holds my fate,
of love or hate,
should i just hide and wait,
for the answer to come?
...I cant do that...
I must decide,
who's on my side,
to help me get through this hell.
No one is there,
to tell me they care,
My thoughts begin to swell.
My thoughts don't matter,
bottled up inside,
held it in too long.
Now I erode,
From words untold,
Now I'm not so strong.
Is it good or bad,
not to tell,
someone i will disappoint,
lose their trust, then become dust,
then fingers begin to point,
...at me...
it was my fault,
I didn't say,
the thing I should have told,
I would've seemed bold,
The truth would unfold,
but how do you know?
That this poem is real,
I'm telling the truth,
or is it just a lie?
...Me...
a spider weaving a web of lies,
the person who people despise,
no matter how much I try,
my voice holds back,
the things my mind,
contain,
are too drastic for you,
to hear, but,
it's getting near,
the words I know,
the one's you fear,
so I suggest,
you leave me here.

Amber Leigh

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-web-of-lies/