Bury the lie

That gaslight always changes.

I can see it in the corner of my eye.

All those fluctuations 

You say are made up lies.

That lamplight has me confused.

It moves and I keep tripping.

You told me it was always right there.

That my mind must be slipping.

That porchlight has me irrate. 

It's flick-flick-flickering night and day.

You told me it's not real.

That I just went to bed too late.

You tell me I don't have a thought.

Then you tell me I have no sight.

Than you tell me to grab a torch.

Just listen and all will be all right.

You tell me I don't have a brain.

Then you say: “Make up your mind.”

Then you say “Just listen what I say 

Or I will leave you behind.”

Then you said “I never said that once.”

Then you said what I said was wrong. 

God, you're hurting all of my thoughts.

I wish I could just pretend al day long.

BUT

I have to wonder why

You want to convince me all is fine?

Is this what it means to be friends?

Cycling through another test?

That gaslight has me all confused.

And I know I can smell the gas.

I've let myself become empty to rot.

But it's me I won't second guess.