This semester I am taking a creative writing class. This has been a challenge for me because I have always been an emotional writer so typically, in the past, it has taken something hurtful to help get me started on writing anything. Not only that, but I am very closed off and don't share my emotions hardly, so in this case, that means my writing, too. I express my emotions through my writing. Here is a piece I wrote and had to share.
Ruined By Lies.
Rolling of your tongue, no hesitation.
The truth a stranger, that's what it does seem.
The pain it causes, and much frustration.
The problem wasn't my imperfection.
Although you surely convinced me enough.
Brainwashed by your misrepresentation.
That made trying to trust undoubtedly tough.
Your dishonesty directly exposed.
Your face puzzled watching me walk away.
Pleading for me to stay, but I'm opposed.
This can't be love, or you would not have strayed.
True love you say, but my heart left broke.
Truth is, you missed out on a real token.
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