Lies

My calm and patient demeanor

betrays the chaos that swirls beneath the skin in my chest

and the foggy confusion in my head.

I’m at odds in so many ways with this world

That’s is hard sometimes to have a sense of direction

A deep frustration as I try to cling to something in this whirlwind

Only to grasp half truths and lies.

It goes deep in my chest tossing and turning

How can anyone be so sure of anything in this life?

Beyond the most obvious of things.

They are not. They lie to themselves,

Something to feels convenient and comforting

Something to try and make sense of the chaos.

A lie in the end.

A lie for the gullible.