Lie

they expect me to tell someone else's story like it's mine

but I've never met them, and it feels like a lie

it's never precise enough, the layers always get messed up,

and it looks like everyone's gone blind,

always asking me,

if it looks pretty.

but i know you,

you don't want it to be just pretty,

you want it to be better than mine

you want to be noticed while trying to hide,

to never talk first but wait for the hive,

the hive lies, highs subside

in remaining still

the feat it lies