why would anyone trust a poet
making silly wordplay and rhymes
how do you know they mean any of it
when their notebook is filled with lies

for every situation you can imagine
for every word written down
for every sentence you begin
for every time you frown

they'll respond with something witty
for sure you'll feel better
thinking it was written for you
while they had it already put together

so ill keep showering in undeserved praise
i keep feeding you these worthless lies
until i finally realize how much it all weighs
until someone makes me realise my fake cries