I told myself little lies

To feel I belonged here

I told you little lies too

So I don’t explain myself

But that don’t mean

I am totally okay

With this

With us

With you


And yes I do,

Enjoy the little lies you tell too

But I can’t stand you, being

Ashamed of who I am

Where I come from

Or the skin I wear


I have you a seat

On the table of my life

My heart for your meal

Skin for your doormat

Yet, you treat me

Like I don’t belong here

Like you don’t see me at all

And how I crave to be treated.