Little Lies Poem

As i sat on the edge thinking about it those who i loved dearly lie to me often The darkness of their little lies wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. the little white lies can be much much deeper. as i realized that the little white lies I've been told were just the surface of a much bigger deception that I wasn't ready to uncover. as a child i did not know what to excpect, my mom held a dark secret but i could never understand the extent of her betrayal until the day she disappeared without a trace and left me alone with her haunting secrets. i was trauma struck, but later found out my dad was holding her hostage and it was all a set. she was held captive for years in a hidden room in our own house, and the image of my father shifted from a grieving widower to a manipulative monster, leaving me to question every memory and little lie that had defined my reality. the lie was that my mother actually loved my father. my father is a monster, leaving my mother stabbed 67 times in cold blood as my whole world crumbled before me, exposing the harsh truth that the little lies were just the tip of the iceberg in a sea of darkness and deceit that surrounded me. i had to live my life, as a bento seller in tokyo. the killings my father commited were reported on the news. i sat in the corner of my little shop, the weight of the truth heavy on my shoulders, wondering how many more lies were woven into the fabric of my life. i figured out my father, a man of lies. had many other families that he left the children of. taking the mothers, and killing them brutallyAnd each day, as I handed out bento boxes to customers, I couldn't shake the feeling that my own life story was just another chapter in my father's twisted tale of betrayal and bloodshed... i wish i found out sooner, i would have been able to save my loving mother. i was the only one who knew about my fathers monstrous deeds, but the burden of the truth felt heavier than ever before as I realized that the little lies I once believed had shaped my entire existence in ways I never could have imagined. i had little money, and little sanity. i could never afford therapy. Little did I know, one of my regular customers at the bento shop had been following the news about the killings, and as I handed her the usual box, she slipped me a note that read, "I know the truth about your father." i thought that she was on my side, i hoped atleast. Little did I know, the note was just another little lie woven into the tapestry of deceit surrounding me, and as I looked up to meet her eyes, I realized she was not a stranger to the darkness that consumed my life, but a key player in the twisted game my father had orchestrated all this time. i fell ill to the ground, and then i woke up in a hostpital bed. they said i had schizophrenia. little did i know, the hospital was just another part of the elaborate facade my father had crafted to keep me under control, and as my mind struggled to distinguish between reality and the lies that had become my truth, I realized that the greatest deception of all was the one I- no. they told me i have trust issues and i am insane. they showed me the brain scans and gave me medicine, they sent me over to a different facility, one that specialized in treating patients with severe mental disorders, the white walls and hushed whispers of the nurses only adding to the feeling of being trapped in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. then, i woke up again. my dad was not real. i did not own a bento store. my mother was alivePerhaps. i was imagining it all because of my disorder, i was not a 15 year old but a 11 year oldTaking a deep breath, I realized that my whole life had been a tangled web of little lies spun by my own mind, blurring the line between reality and illusion in a way that left me questioning everything I thought I knew. the deception of me, being crazy scared me. but on the news was not my dads face for the killing, it was my own face. As I stared at the reflection of my own face on the screen, a wave of realization crashed over me - the biggest lie of them all was the one I had been living, where the monsters weren't just in my head but hidden within the depths of my own soul, waiting to be uncovered. i was the lie. i killed those people. I AM the monster. Trembling with fear and confusion, I began to piece together the fragments of memories that felt like shards of glass cutting into my psyche, knowing that the truth I had been so desperate to uncover was far more horrifying than I could have ever imagined. i killed 12 people. i stabbed my mother 67 times. but she survived, that is how i was found. The truth of my own monstrous actions pierced through the fog of my delusions, leaving me to grapple with the horrifying reality that the darkness I feared was not external but a part of me, a realization that shattered the foundations of my existence and forced me to confront the deepest part of my psyche. I.WAS.A.KILLER. i dont regret it. i escape the chains that bound me to my fabricated reality, embracing the chilling truth that the real monsters were not always the ones lurking in the shadows, but sometimes the ones staring back in the mirror. sometimes, the misfourtunes in life take over. i embraced them. i lived my life. as a killer, hah! But as I embraced my identity as a killer, a sudden twist of fate revealed that the true mastermind behind the web of lies and deceit was not me, but a shadowy figure who had orchestrated the entire charade to manipulate me into believing in a reality that was never truly mine to begin with. this is because of my mental illness, i dont care though. goodbye, and make sure not to get in my way.

Little Lies Poem

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The Twister (NCP)

Publish Date

3/19/2025

Little Lies Poem

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