The voices in my head say one thing

What comes out of my mouth is another.

I’ve never had the ability to discern the truth

Wouldn’t ever come from my mother.

A little tear in a dress

Does it mean you’ll never wear it?

Jeans that used to slide right on

Now no longer fit.

I heard you say the danger was real

Or something to that effect.

I heard you say I’m quite alright

Just shy of perfect.

I didn’t hear you say a word

About wanting nothing but me.

Didn’t hear you say when times got tough

You would never think to flee.

I didn’t hear you say any of that

Though it must have crossed your mind.

Life, so precarious and short

And most everyone… Blind.

it was you