The Last Lie

A poem on my fifteenth birthday

Coming back to the world

I made a promise

To live in absolute honesty

It was the right choice

It was the best choice

I surrender all lies and all shadows

Except one

If you see me smiling

If you see me happy

That is a lie.

I don’t know how to do these things

I never have

You don’t need them to live

I proved that.

I have work to do though

You don’t need to be happy for that