My Lies (early 1990's)

My lies
have
been truth

For so long

That I can't

Finish this
In that space between those two lines,
One million thoughts went through my head
And not a single one rang true

I've built my tower so well
That I can't get in
While other people roam these halls
Carefree

Seeing how this indestructible dilapidated shack
Was built

The room in the middle of my chest
Was built so poorly
That there is no way in,

Only a way out

And the room between my ears
Built with ever receding walls
That rest comfortably
Just outside my reach
Eternal liberated confinement

Visitors inspect these walls
Caress these stones
Look back at me, with a touch
Of pity in their eyes

At least people in glass houses
Know when the windows are broken

The rocks I throw stick to the walls