The Performer

Prologue

There are two kinds of lies in this world,

The Beautiful Lies and the Hurtful lies.

Both of which hurt when they're hurled.

Part 1

The Beautiful Lie

This part will captivate

It will portray so much vehemence,

So much passion, tears will fall from your eyes

He´ll spout and spew and say

The hurt was not what he meant.

You will want to believe it,

And so you will

Even though you don’t.

But you love the act, and know you can't leave him.

For a while the good is good and all is still,

Because the beautiful lies have clouded your home.

There are two kinds of lies in this world,

The Beautiful Lies and the Hurtful lies.

Both of which hurt when they´re hurled.

Part 2

The Hurtful Lies

These are the ones that shed light

That open the door to healing

They’ll slowly diminish the amount of your tries

Causing an argument half way into the night

He’s saying the same things, but he lacks the feeling

Now you know

That you really are done

The pain is unbearable.

So as the curtains begin to close,

Your pain is no more and the tears are done,

You’ve already cried a barrelful.

Epilogue

There are two kinds of lies in this world,

The Beautiful Lies and the Hurtful lies.

Both of which hurt when they´re hurled.

You did it

You finally left.

Now what do you do?

The show is over, and you better get

You don’t feel as you’d thought, no longer bereft

Because now it’s your time to focus on you.