No name.

This mood is
bitter sweet.

I can't get you
out of my teeth.

Itching and Scratching.

I squirm like
a usless worm.

Atleast worms can
hide under dirt when
they are upset and
unkind.

Those words spat
like acid running
out my quick mouth.

I don't think it was right,
but your doing quite fine.

Smirking with the lies.

You like to confine in them.
Keeping you secure at night.

Well let me show you the light,
your nothing more than another
sight.

Good to look at but never
delight.

I'm sorry to tell you but
You were right, I'm just another lie.