Disclaimer: I write poems, not books.

Author's Note: I've gotten back into a poetry mood lately, so here's this.

Lies

I wear a cloak, a cloak of lies,

'Tis woven well, for it is my disguise,

Traitor to one side, loyal to another,

Both sides have those who call me a brother,

But I can feel their hate, their despise,

For they can't see through this shroud of lies.

Get too far, now I'm living my lie

And no matter how hard I try,

It doesn't matter how I feel,

Because the lie is becoming real.